Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


with each passing day
i’m grateful for
each passing day
that i am still here.
one day will pass
that i, too, will pass;
i am not happy
about that eventuality.
the calendar is passing by,
so i’d like to pass each day
passably well.
this is not something
i know how to do.
my days tend to pass
like water through my hands,
except it’s more like
passing water,
if my meaning doesn’t
pass you by.
i don’t want to pass up
the chance to not piss away
what could be my last i day.
i hope it isn’t.
i hope i get
many more chances
to pass my days
a little better
than the day
that passed

©TA Barnhart August 18, 2020