Rambles In Mortality Poem by Midnight Clarity

only time and we hoard it
against some unknown future
that may never dawn
instead of letting our wealth
slip through open hands
to flood the world
to make it smile
because this moment is forever
the only moment
meant for living,
drinking deep
and dancing wildly
in the street
not something sere and dry
to fold away in cedar
a final fragrant resting place
for those who do not want
to step into the fire
and spend their moment
as a flame.