Life.
It’s something that is unexplainable.
Life is a present that is unwrapped every morning,
and wrapped back up again before we fall asleep.
It’s an adventure, a movie about a single person,
and all the people affected by that one person.
Pausing time during your first kiss,
Fast forwarding through the hectic work days,
Rewinding when you remonisce with old friends.
Life is a road that is unpaved, that clashes with the
other unpaved trails of strangers and friends.
Life is an emotion, when you are on top of a mountain,
or reading a poem at some birthday party,
or proving your enemies wrong,
or when a friendship becomes romance,
where you feel like you are really living.
Life is seeing a child run past you,
waving their kite,
and remembering the day that you walked that path.
Life is ironically a definition in the dictionary,
written by a man with his own life,
printed by another with his own,
and read by millions, and millions and billions of others.
Life is an arrow that always goes forwards,
whether it’s to the phone, where an excited son-in-law and daughter announce that they’re bringing life to the world,
or tickets to the next flight to some destination far, far away,
or the diploma that rests in your hands in front of your teary eyed family.
All of us had our arrows point to this destination in time,
listening to the words that pour out of my mouth.
And by the end of it, silence.
Life continues on, food is passed, smiles are given,
but will this poem stay?
Yes, as a distant memory of a birthday party long, long ago.