Every day I read the obits
I take notice of the ages
Today, a lot are older than me
This makes me think I still get chance
To out dance the piper
Buddha teaches life is impermanent
So no get use to it.
In the meantime, the days fly by
Adding another month, another year
Today, I look at my hands
And they seem more wrinkled than before
Kinda like roast chicken skin.
This makes me laugh
When I was a little girl
I used to pinch my grandpa’s arm
His skin stayed pinch
Slowly sinking back to shape on his arm.
They say what goes around comes around
Buddha teaches karma, your actions don’t disappear
It comes back to you in this lifetime or another
So watch out
Better to live in kindness and no make sassy kine.
Prompt: February 2022 Year of the Tiger Writing Contest