A good day to you,
Is a good day to me.
We have come a long way, yet we were never born.
The storm has subsided and the leaves are torn.
But they grow and grow, and grow ever more,
And we bow our heads to the cosmic law.
What is more beautiful, the baby’s vulnerability
Or the old man’s frailty.
I sit down beside you, while you cry and weep.
We climbed this mountain together, it wasn’t so steep.
And now we shall descend,
For there is no beginning or end.
I puff on my cigarette and it yields, so sweet.
My hand is glowing with life. Please sir, take this seat.
Nicolas Osborn, 2020.