Thinking over Coffee
Oft of an evening I sit and ponder birth,
and its opposite, for both bookend life.
We see them as terminus, as if alone,
in between is everything from love to strife.
Yet, they are but mile markers along the way.
We existed as parts of others before birth,
and through memory in other’s heart and mind.
As such, we are anything but alone,
and by that last mile marker the truth you find.
Good morning everyone.
Thinking over Coffee
Nice poem.