Orchids
I think of the orchids
the solitary lives they live
a beauty that unless
given pride of place
withers unknown
and unloved
I think of time
and the terror its exercises
on those who have everything
to lose and nothing to gain
as it marches on relentlessly
either our lives change
or we change our lives
we take control of the reins
and live according to our choices
and love decisively
for the moment and always
or we allow time to have
the last laugh
which believe me
is not funny
Advertisements