Coffee Spoons

This epitaph will mark my tomb:

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

Though it is long since life had begun,

I have not lived enough to fill even one.

Moments pile like tiny grains,

Fragments of my life’s remains.

When day after day again is done,

I have not lived enough to fill the one.

My fondest memories, I have found,

Are as bitter now as blackened grounds.

When all is finally said and done,

Have I lived enough to fill just one?