we are all renting

the world does not
love you.
it tolerates
your presence.
makes room for
you as others
leave
against their
will.
we are all renting.
there is not
room enough
for everyone
to live forever,
so some must
go. either
by their own
hand, by old
age,
accidents
involving trains,
or cars,
disease.
there are so many
ways to die,
to depart
to make room
for those not
yet born,
or conceived.
they are approaching
the place
where you stand
this very moment,
to take it
for their own.
the world does not
love you.