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 ^
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Steve Haarman 