For My Grandfather (Happy Birthday)

Basically dedicated to my grandfather, who turned I think 82 today. It is my thoughts, and he has always encouraged those.

Time will change lives
but life will change time - 
is the new positivity
For bore becomes long
and pain becomes longer
and yet humanity prevails.
Moments become more
than seconds of seconds
and far, far more
than breaths in breaths
Because life is not numbers
or facts and figures;
Living is not measurable
in test numbers and possessions.
We should measure it
in colours; ideas;
And perhaps time is the jar
but it is not the contents.

(and humans have never been defined by jars, now, have they.)

The End

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