Their life, so brief
Two days, perhaps
Imagine waking knowing you have
a single day
sunlight, a mate, the sky, the water
If it is all they know,
how can there be regret?
If it is the only life they lead, how could there be depression?
How fortunate are we
not to have such a finite existence
we have so much more time to treasure
enough to appreciate every sunrise, every sky, every lake