Life 

The days of our life’s 

are like the pages of a book.  

A good book.  

A book we could go on reading forever. 

Sitting on a table, 

dog-eared and beckoning 

to be picked up again 

but we know it’s almost finished 

so we put it off.

Save it for a time to be savored. 

But we’re conditioned
by due dates and routines  

to hurry through it as fast as we can.

Skimming over paragraphs 

and sometimes whole chapters 

just to get it done with, 

accomplished or whatever.