Let Your Monkey Play

 

Some things ride

With you forever,

Settling skin deep,

Surfacing unannounced

At unexpected times,

Sentinels reminding

Us the human experience

Is brief, brilliant,

Sometimes sad,

But always to

Be tasted to

The last drop,

The last breath,

Don’t waste a day

Let your monkey play.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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