DECADES

i can feel the earth crack as trapped
remnants of the dead self escape through each
fissure without saying goodbye, just like how
insignificant my last day was, just quietly shutting
down, just like how my grandma left, quietly shutting
down, and hopefully that's how my end will unfold until
i'm done with all there is to be done even though these days
flashes of statements, not ideas tell me I'm already done which
strangely made me look forward to the final act but then claude
tells me i'm not done yet. why build something that goes away but
my little niece shows me how fun it is to destroy what was painstakingly
built because something new will always emerge. so exorcise
all stubborn demons of pride, doubt and fear.
keep my head low do the work. savor the journey ignore the destination
because time passes by anyway why not spend on real hard work
plant the seeds everyday lay the bricks everyday don't chase
the transient likes, for only the best emerges after decades of quiet
work and even if the best is still germinating the endless days of toil
will humble me about life before i finally declare that i'm really done.