The Last Day

The day before
the last day 
of the year 
any year 
with some reluctance 
and reflective pause 
we move forward
spinning like a top
like a wild beast
is chasing us
the wind whistles 
silly baby songs
in perfect tune
of days gone by
but we move forward
because that is 
what we do
that is what we must do
life is a free flow
fast falling drop 
from a heavenly sky
a splendid journey 
from dust to dirt 
and all that is 
in-between 
we make and take
the most of it
...or not 
but it is the most 
we can make
the most we can take
when that is all we know
and given we are human 
with silk ribbons of optimism
tied around our wrist 
subtle reminders
with one foot always
remaining in the clouds
and the other 
sliding into the grave 
just because
because we know 
we know we have 
a shelf life 
a time limit 
an expiration date 
...of sorts 
no deals in a back room
black light swaying
from side to side
shadowy figure
finger pointing
sign on the dotted line
no cross roads
doesn't matter 
what we have 
or don't
how much cash 
is on hand
a bargain with the devil
good faith - last smirk
nothing will extend
our credit 
for another day
so we dance 
with the best of them
we sing 
with the worst
and laugh 
like there is no tomorrow
because there isn't
we have this moment
shine a light 
in the darkness
for those we will leave behind...

© 2014 TrilbyYates