Poem: Live With It

It feels so good,
to sit and rest.
The day is long
- with clarity comes time.
With awareness comes repetitions.
Repetitions and cycles
and repetitions.
What should one do,
with so much time?
A little for eating,
for grooming,
for peeing.
Some for meditation,
lots for walking,
little steps to fight
the entropy of life,
hoping to spiral up,
rather than down.

The day passes too slow,
the years pass too fast.
All grown up now
and I'm not yet the
Astronaut-Voodoo Lord-Lawyer-Uberman
that I thought I'd be.
Oh, well, life must go on.
It is not for me to know,
my effects upon the world
and others.

The smallest
most insignificant act
of my life
-may very well be the cornerstone
which saves the lives of many.
In truth I am a small,
anonymous,
man.

I can live with that.