Celebrating

Like dominoes falling
the baton is passed along,
droves of journey's endings...
with hardly any songs.

In memory of every Life that ever was,
for all that survived and died to bring us here,
for our turn... our piece.

When you think about it
every step on Earth is hallowed ground,
every breath contains the dust of lives that were...

Our turn.

I tip my hat in celebration
and dance for my time in the circle...
care to join me.?