Stage Four Tomorrow

Stage four tells me my time is limited. It brings regret that I did not inhale more deeply, did not relish every moment of stage three. Along with age, stage four asks a question; whatever happened to stage two? It passed me by like a bottle rocket, fast but short, and in the end a minor poof. I have completely forgotten stage one; but there was fire and laughter. I'm not sure what the joke was; it is now a word cloud of lost voices. Stage four makes me aware of mistakes; tears fall for missed opportunity. Even sleep can hold no dream; there are so few tomorrows.