Sharing Time

I can feel it coming my way
My own death doesn’t scare me
I embrace the future and in it, Death and I will shake hands and I trust I’ll be smiling
After that last sigh, I’ll exist only in the ether and, if lucky enough, in minds younger than mine

My own death isn’t worth worrying over
The death of those who I know will go before me is what I fear the most
My life is shaped by those wonderful beings
Their experiences, our shared memories, the laughter we create, and the love we share have all made me who I am today
When the moment comes that nothing new between us can be shared, there will surely be a dimming of light

One of the most strugglesome elements in my own life is forgetting the forthcoming emptiness my friends leave behind
I must keep my head about me and always enjoy the moments as they come
I must always remember that there was a gap in life before them and a fullness while we shared time
I’ve taught myself an addiction to new wonderful moments and memories and those who bring them

All who truly live have adopted this same addiction
We who enjoy living learn to seek the life in others
This is what makes the end of life of friends, lovers, and family so sad
But we all must seek out new candles to light, new fires to warm us

And more laughter to share