They Were All Perfect

The perfect day..
   From childhood to old age,
We strive.

Working, Planning, Scheduling...
   We labor to produce it.
The perfect party,
   the perfect holiday gathering.

Baking , arranging, reservations...
   at a fancy motel, or in the forest
In our home,
   or on the road.

Years go by.. some days are so close,
   We think almost...... almost we attained it.
Other days we see sickness , grief
   Heartache that we think we don't come close at all.

But on that day
   when we feel our eyes close for that last time
When we reach hard for that one last breath
   and wait for that one last beat of our heart

One thought inhabits each man..
   One reality at that moment, makes us reach back
to any day that we lived... and we realize
   That each day we lived before this last day...

Each day before that last day
   had one thing in common....
They were all perfect.

TJ 2010