Crayons Melting In The Sun Poem by Kaleb Falin

You don’t own your foaming toothbrush,
You can’t buy and own home,
You can’t own another person,
And you don’t own your “I”-phone,
Your car does not belong to you,
Nor neither does your clothes,
We barely even own ourselves,
Our hearts and minds and souls,
As the adage goes,
We come in nothing,
And will leave with nothing,
All we are, are gifts on lend,
Sandwiched snuggly in the middle of beginning and the end,
Surrendering our lives to time,
Feebly trying to take a moment’s hold,
Upon a vaporous vine and climb,
We barely young then we’re old,
Yesterday we held a crayon,
We had grass stains on our knees,
We learned our please and thanks you’s,
It was all PB & J and Mac and cheese,
Yet today, desperate in our serenity,
Innocence has set sail,
We weigh the difference between right now and infinite,
And most without a scale,
Today we clutch and grasp at the revealing answer,
As our lives tip toes by,
Tomorrow, it’s gumming geriatrics and calmly curing cancer,
Everyone born to die,
After that the opinions fray,
Here tomorrow, gone today?
So wave good morning to your neighbor,
Visit Grandma every time you can,
We aren't meant to be each others labors,
Life is all about love of family and our friends,
And if you are the overachiever,
And like to be the best,
Then love your enemies, mockers, and deceivers,
This is the highest test,