by fivemsteps

We spend our days in a box stacked up high in the sky,
then eternity in a box, in the earth we’ll lie.
If these are the irrefutable facts that must be,
then won’t you at least for now come out and play with me?
Run wild in what time there is left, a blink of an eye.

2 Comments to “Playtime”

  1. I love this. A concentrated glimpse at gratitude for what is and taking nothing for granted. Sometimes I think a short poem can say volumes more than a longer one.

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