Catching Life

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

So small to be sitting there,
Eyes looking down to the dust on the floor;
Waiting, just waiting for life to arrive,
Catch her up and take her out the door.

Somebody should tell her life doesn't come,
You have to reach out as it flashes by;
Grab it all, the good and the bad,
Take your chances, learn to fly.

Somebody should raise her head so she'd see,
Life as it makes it's maddening round;
The dust she sees will no memory make,
Only by living will memories be found.