Our Days Are Numbered. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A tiny hand, a brand new start,
Life's story etched within the heart.
From gentle steps to stumbling falls,
Each rise and dip within these walls.

The laughter bright, the tear that stings,
Adventures soared on hopeful wings.
The lessons learned, the wisdom gained,
A tapestry of life sustained.

No soul escapes this woven fate,
From birth to grave, early or late.
Though some may choose a different way,
The ending's written, come what may.

The code we carry, deep inside,
A script unfolding, nowhere to hide.
Our genes dictate, from day we're born,
The path we tread, until the mourn.

The final breath, a gentle sigh,
Beneath a vast and endless sky.
Young or old, the story told,
A life complete, both brave and bold.

For every soul, a destined dance,
A pre-arranged, genetic chance.
The dips and curves, the bitter and sweet,
The self we find, our journey complete.

So every smile and every pain,
Is woven in this complex chain.
A masterpiece, unique and bold,
A story written, to be told.

Tor M.Solvang