When Lilacs Bloom
If Death does come it will be too soon.
“Wait! Until the lilacs bloom!
And those flowers in the vase beside the door
For whom I had not time enough, before.”
If Death does come it will be too fast
Opportunities all gone past
Like toddlers grown, or children gone,
Or laughter’s echo across the lawn
Catch it all. Make it whole.
Search, run, from pole to pole.
Sand will sift through every grip.
Sing your song. Take your trip.