Time Passes

Life passes,
not in jerks as sometimes we perceive it,
but as plants grow,

bear blossoms, fruit and die
as we ourselves in time
know we will do. 

Control is not an issue.
Fruit we bear
is what determines lives. 

The laughs, the sorrow,
good health or sickness, pain:
all part of life.

The issue is how we die: 
whether loving life 
and thankful to have lived

or leave accursed, 
our life found only hateful 
because of things that others did or didn’t, 

and thus fix blame 
on God, 
old man with all the power 

who doesn’t care, 
just smiles and looks away 
in spite of prayers.