The whole purpose of the day,
is finding the reasons to attach
adjectives at the end of it,
to things, experiences and to us.

It has to be good,
or it can turn out to be awful,
but it cannot just be,
if it is – how do we justify it within?

It, alas, will not be remembered
if it is just that unquantifiable existence,
a fading memory, a random thought,
it needs to be described, to be remembered.

Those born are celebrated
those who die are remembered,
and in between the celebration and the commemoration,
they are delineated, by adjectives.