Every day is one less day
every night another night
deep inside we wonder what it’s all
about if everything is so brief and light
every beach is another beach
until it is overtaken by the sea
and the four seasons make no
noise in corners of reality
every god is a god of nothing
who has been left without eternity
and in the meantime the birds fight
with the air as they learn to fly
every death is the death of another
and we forget them so as not to cry
but also there are those who / in innocence/
in bare feet cross on over to the other side
every day is one less day
every night another night
but as long as there are roses in sight
life is a celebration in which to delight.
~ Mario Benedetti