A few of us hang on a century or more
but most of us are gone before.
Some make it only for a little while —
but then, we’re recycled
as most things are eventually —
recycled as the earth keeps going ‘round
and ripping off the pages of our calendars.
There will possibly come a day
when part of us will be a portion of another.
That even happens now
when organ donors make their gifts.
But all of us, in time will be recycled —
made out of dust, to dust will we return.
Perhaps some day
some part of you
will join a part of me
and we will be a part of one
who walks the earth as we do now.