We live our lives
against a background music,
only infrequently aware of its notes.
When we are young,
we hear the awe and wonder and energy
of endless possibility,
while soft strains of lullabies
rock us to a serene sleep.
In middle years,
the joy of love and friendship and family
sparkle beside the pride of accomplishment,
while the driving beat of busyness,
restless rhythms of unattained dreams,
and cacophony of conflict
push us from one end of the day
to the other.
In old age,
virtues of patience and wisdom and harmony with family
highlight the score,
while the shrill sound of fragility
rumbles and rattles the window pane,
tapping the beat
with arthritic fingers.
At the end,
the music of mortality
invades the foreground
of every moment,
until it is impossible to ignore,
and finally,
we open the door
and admit
our constant companion.
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