Life Flies

it flies by quickly,
the night does,
as does the day,

and life as well;
generally,
we see what we
want to see...
hear, what we
want to hear...
and live,
how we want
to live...
until, such time
that our bodies
tell us differently,
and we either
adjust or do nothing,
in which case,
our short lives
become shorter,
and we say
our goodbyes
prematurely,
and are placed
in caskets
of metal,
spending
the rest of
eternity back
in the ground from
whence we came...
if, we believe
as we should
but, if we don't,
flies upon our grave
will sit, until,
all life ceases
to breath in air.

9Jul16