Paper
our entire life we chase pieces of paper from test scores and homework answers to the final diploma and a walk on a stage and ticket stubs or programs to say “I'm lucky to have saw it first and before you,” we chase words to give life to our resume until all we are chasing is the final bow and we're awarded our final slip of paper saying “you lived a life,” and as we're lowered as if a curtain call there's the subtle whisper “she's lucky to have saw it first, and before us.”