life swings by

often,

life just swings by,

between 

joy and grief,

longing and envy,

tribe and solitude,

gifts and losses -

all things grey

and murky,
but rich,

not black and white,

like the world loves;

often,

life just swings by,

in one moment,

lived for yourself,

but not others,

for you are not blind

until you slow down,

to pause and truly see

where you stand,

and where you could be,

where you live

and when you could die,

and all the people

you were too busy
to walk with,

who you simply left behind.