Close to myself

There is a circle of living and dying.

One looks more fun than the other.

But they are tied together;

New life, old frailty,

Young death and long life

Stretching out long past

bearing children and raising them and

seeing many patterns repeating

why?

There must be more to learn here.

I don’t know it all yet, and

I have faith.

There is a purpose I cannot see.

I am too close to myself

to see how much I have grown.