In the midst of all there is to feel,

are you going to let sorrow dominate?

There are dishes to wash, molars to floss,

people to hug, and movies to pause.

You’ve got emails to send, letters to write,

dreams to have each and every night.

Remember the walks to take, the cakes to bake,

the birthdays and birthmarks to appreciate,

The oranges to peel, raindrops to feel,

the evenings that you sit down to a home-cooked meal.

There’s no time to squander,

the carriage awaits;

we are all watching the dust filter through the light.