16,801 Days

16,801 Days

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

16,801 DAYS

 

Too many candles
Not enough time
Better with age
Or maybe that’s wine

 

 

Faces before us
Hellos, goodbyes
With every new breath
A weaker flame dies

 

 

 
Heartbreak and lessons
Take us for a ride
We drink up discovery
Until dropped outside

 

 

 

Every first day of work
Fills our cup with possibility
Until that last day of work
To test our humility.

 

 

 

Aware of our strengths
Yet dogged by what lacks
A whispered beckon
Never hears back.

 

 

As we feed our soul
And dream on the stars
Extinguish our doubt
And love who we are.

 

— C. Kuhn

 

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