More

when your days run out
there is no prize
for more:

for having seen more,
done more,
accumulated more,

there is no final measuring stick -
no comparison tool -
with which to measure yourself
against others

perhaps, history will remember you...
for a moment,

you won't know it,

so now what will you do
with today,
will you fill it
with life
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Luxury

the sun burns,
its brightness filling
the October skies,
it is unrelenting,
taking an awful toll

did always sap strength
with effortless ease,
did we not notice its power
in the days of our youth,
is this just fading memory

more likely
we are lying to ourselves,
denying the part we've played -
are still playing -
in the destruction of our world

so much easier this way
to ignore the increasing costs
of our lives
of careless luxury
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