I Want

I can skip stones Earth made

from a dead man's bones,

but I'll never truely understand 

the story behind

the nicks

and dents 

that've made them so smooth. 

But I can honestly say,

that I hope that man 

whom's legacy I hold,

lived a full life:

of compassion

of love,

all the while,

lacking regret 

and sorrow 

in the end. 

Before Earth takes me back

and my bones turn to stone,

I want to grow 

I want to enjoy 

life.

I want to feel safe.

I want to accept the love

of those around me.

I want to realize

truely what a gift the present is,

before the past ages it,

and 

I don't want regret 

to stain my marrow,

and the hands of those who'll throw me.