I love the perspective
For me the days are falling out of the basket
While other people gather days in more baskets
It is scary that one day, because I have run out of days
This basket would lie empty, and I would need to give it
To someone who would put it to better use.
I look up to see everyone around me looking forward to tomorrow
While I look away as I already know what to expect
The days are falling out of this basket and when it is empty
I will have no choice but to lay it down
This is a plea to whoever finds it, please put it to better use.