The way we live, you and I,
\nleaving days unfinished,
\nasking where we\u2019ve been.
\nDid we play enough with the children?
\nRead enough, teach them words?
\nSay yes to earth, for the first daffodils
\nwe saw this morning?
\nRearrange the shelves
\ninstead of adding more?
\nI feel shyness increase in me day by day.
\nI understand treasure.
\nWonder, have I done enough,
\nand understand what I give
\nbelongs to Providence?<\/p>\n
I grow older taking voyages,
\nand ask, where have I been,
\nwhere will I be tomorrow?
\nSometimes when the day seems long
\ncould I save some voyaging for later?
\nAm I turning into smoke,
\nstarting new fires
\nwith light to give some light
\nto my dark walls?
\nSo when I go to sleep
\nI see days like transparencies,
\nlaid each to each,
\nand see whole lives
\nin a single glance,
\ntruth beyond becoming.
\nWhat we shared with each other.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The way we live, you and I, leaving days unfinished, asking where we\u2019ve been. Did we play enough with the children? Read enough, teach them…<\/p>\n