Poem: Eternity Rose, Toppled Over, No More

If it all ended

tomorrow – two days

away from

yesterday – would you

regret those small

vital moments or be

surging on ahead

hoping still to create

something akin

to legacy? And would

the dark tower of your

accomplishments stand to

mean anything when measured

against what you gave

in return? How would you

reconcile a life packed

down into one overnight

bag? And no room f…