Economy

I do mind it but it is getting easier to be in economy when my mind tells me I deserve first class. The careful management of available resources has somewhat dimmed but with manageable. My life is a season or a sunny day compared to the Earth and as each cell betrays ,gravity beckons. I see friends and family and they are departing. And their song goes with them but I listen still. Listening in the night and crickets salute my aloneness. I see my father, hospital gown as his companion, I hand his waiting mouth a lollipop and a smile. Mommy snores and speaks her own language and I listen anyway. Kissing her face I know I’ll see her and she mumbles and eyes alert looking at something. Brushing her straggling hair I see the youth and a drink of water goes far for her parched lips. All is quiet as I wake and the Fourth Watch. God is here and has to tell me importance. I must move constant of the plan. Alert and at the ready for the fugitives of the Watch. I was salvaged from the heap so I must keep a look for those. Willed for the weak and alone I must carry across the line to redemption. Never weary and never falling along the way. Together we will.