Just Being

I am, I live, I hope, I be,
and much seems special within me

I sense, I move, I think, I feel,
as beat of heart my life doth steal.

I touch, I taste, I talk, I breathe,
while each full lung one more does thieve

I learn, I wise, I smile, I cry,
told laughter slows some years to fly

I love, I loathe, I nod and see
that all remaining’s just to BE.

Ben Taylor