BREAD

Another crumb, another day.
One more slice another year
as one by one time slips away
with loss of the ones I hold dear.

Until there's little left to chew
and few loaves left from times gone by.
Too soon the losses are nothing new
matters not the tears we cry.

Some loaves get toasted by fast living
others stay white from lives lived cold.
then some are cut too short by giving
better that than green from mold.

Today time ate one more sandwich
which has been beside me here for years.
Gone without even a twitch
a cause for more shedding of tears.

One day I'll see those other lives
and we'll discuss that baker up above.
as we reunite with friends and wives
and all those whom we dared to love.