We are so important
in our own minds
Waiting to be discovered
Latent recognition
Astounding people
who had no idea of
our meaningfulness and
are late in their acknowledgement
We, in the later stages of living,
look inward for discovery
Who were we and were
expectations of us achieved?
What did we leave on the table?
Do we have reasons for this or excuses?
Is diligence a foreign word?
How about attention to duty or obligations?
We keep thinking, silently meditating
Were we seeds of anything useful?
Is the world a better place
for our having been here?
We all wish for the positive
Think we were better than
what others will ever know
Knowing that we are only stardust
We think of generations past,
civilizations known and unknown
and of our own importance, but
We are only specks; our earth a blue dot
In the vast universe where black holes
swallow up burnt out suns and stars
We will still play our music; write our poems
Make love and war and pray for peace
I will die and you will die and our atoms
will be swallowed up by a shoreless sea
Our existence, a cosmic blink, is over
Our dust, stardust, will return to the Creator
Stanski
March 18, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 