This Is Your Life

You may not like it.
You may be too pleased,
Too proud. But you live,

While you live, the life
That is yours, this life
Where now you notice

The words are naming
A table, a plate
With some greens and meat,

A kerosene lamp
Just for atmosphere,
Apparently, sun

Still pouring light
Through the window.
What do these words want

With you and your life,
While you live, the life
That is yours, this life?