In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Your Days are Numbered.”

‘Madrid’ by Genesis T. Geraldino


by Marites Avisado-Responte

We are racing against it
Or following behind it
Sometimes, our fingers barely touching it
Or, our arms writhing against it
Against the starlight, when moonlit
is waxing and waning to welcome the daylight
We are there, with bowed heads, teeth grit
How come, we simply lose it to the wind?
How come, we choose to let it go?

“For each day is but a numbered chance.” ~

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