August 20, 2021
Each day seems much like all the rest.
Today’s much like the day before.
Sometimes the days seem like a test.
Some days are hard, more like a chore.
The subtle changes day by day,
Become more visible with years.
Our earthly bodies formed from clay,
Soon fade away and no one hears.
The memories we leave behind,
The cherished moments we thought grand,
Now lost and seldom brought to mind,
Return to earth like grains of sand.
The treasures that I build on earth
Are not the ones of lasting worth.