Breathing: It’s Not Overrated

So often taken for granted,

This grand involuntary deed,

This giving and surrendering of

Life-spring’s first and living’s last.

 

Little more than afterthought,

Hardly noticed,

Seldom lauded,

But oh, so very necessary

For the now,

The when,

The past.

 

How many of you shall I be gifted?

Tis only one who holds that key.

So, I shall savor every one

As though it were a sweet repast.

 

And when the play is over

And all the players are applauded,

Tis you, the star, shall rise above

And I but a player in the cast.