From our first breath,
Straight from the womb,
We average twenty five thousand
Nine hundred fifteen days,
Of welcoming the sun,
Falling asleep under the moon.
You can buy a car for that much,
But it won’t have leather,
Or a back-up camera,
Or, probably GPS.
His doctor said, two and half years,
The average in late stage prostate cancer,
But I like to think,
Nine hundred twelve and a half days.
Nine hundred twelve times
To welcome the sun,
Nine hundred twelve times
To fall asleep under the moon
And a half day left over,
To dream about both.
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