Fused into one
Minutes and hours
Flow unceasingly.

I do not notice growth,
I think
I remain where I was.
But I meet someone,
And though I do not ask,
I hear or read:
“And you have arrived.

You planted a tree,
Raised children,
Married off the daughters and the sons,
And with poems in a collection you even healed someone.
You have lived well.”