With the passing of years

With the passing of years

There is a chance

For learning

Take nothing as a given

Or for granted

With every loss

Is realisation

Life is temporary

A contemporary state

Supplementary to the

Passage of the soul

We are fragile

In the flesh

Living in borrowed clothes

Designed

To enhance the experience

Of teetering on the verge

Of something other

Waiting for an answer

Is time limiting

When what is done

Will always be

We are fragile

Our existence

Brief and fleeting

A ripple on the surface,

In extension

We will go on

Washed up

On some distant shore

Surviving in extant

Newly aware

Of the ambiguity

The uncertain nature

Of fragility

Is both a weakness

And our greatest strength