Carpe Diem
I don’t accept my life is done. Should I?
It may be midnight, but it feels like noon.
I greet each day with far more than a sigh;
I know I’ve got to go, but not this soon.
My memories are rich, but present tense
Is where I live, and where I plan to thrive.
To carpe diem is what makes most sense;
With every breath I take, I’ll stay alive.
So don’t grieve for me — or at least not yet.
With every step I take, I’ll celebrate
And keep on dancing til my sun has set.
I will abide before I abate.
Whatever life remains, I welcome now,
And will not question where, or when, or how.
- Meir Ribalow, R.I.P
My memories are rich, but present tense
Is where I live, and where I plan to thrive.
To carpe diem is what makes most sense;
With every breath I take, I’ll stay alive.
So don’t grieve for me — or at least not yet.
With every step I take, I’ll celebrate
And keep on dancing til my sun has set.
I will abide before I abate.
Whatever life remains, I welcome now,
And will not question where, or when, or how.
- Meir Ribalow, R.I.P
I recently found out my first boss ever, passed away. I regret not keeping in touch with him. He helped me in many ways when I first moved to NYC last year. You will be missed, Meir!
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