Let me not ask favor this day,
For our time soon must end.
The Hummingbird hovers then flees,
A flower to attend.
Like birds we flit from chore to chore,
Consumed by endless day.
But we all know that night must fall,
And send us on our way.
The weather will bring what it may,
A storm upon the sea.
Thick clouds upon the horizon,
A rainy day for me.
Farewell blus skies in days of old,
My thoughts like heavy weights.
Will you come and sit next to me,
Share my uncommon fate?
Let’s take a chance on the morrow,
Go jogging in the surf!
Let’s roll the dice and spit the spice,
Lie naked on the turf!
Unscripted, that’s life, some would say.
So little left to hold
Once the final account comes due.
If simple truth be told.