Every minute of every hour
all twenty-four of them
The day is gone the time is passed
the memories created will be talked about
by those who shared

but eventually that memory will fade and be
nothing more than a photo of people
never known to the future beholder of that photo

And of time and of place
where I passed through
enjoying the life
enjoying the time
enjoying the freedom
of being me

of being human

of being in this body

which has been built up to a peak I’ve not known before
and whatever means I’ve taken to get here
have been worth every bit
to ride and to feel
and to create without the pain I once would have suffered
is reward in itself
it’s a reward for everything that I’ve ever done

and I give thanks
for the day is done.