Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Poem I Thought of Driving

Driving by the lonely graves
Sorrow does envelope me.

I contemplate the circumstance
That brought untimely deaths.

Perhaps somehow, someway
I might have changed an outcome.

If I had said a word or two quite differently
They might have stayed at home that night.

If I had made some friendly gestures
There might be one less suicide.

But I know that it’s unwell to dwell
What matters are my choices now.

Grief won’t move or shake the past
We must build on its foundation.

Above, all we must laugh, not cry
And know that WE ARE LIFE.

However small and infinitesimal
Within the confines of the Universe
We must, smile, know that WE ARE LIFE.
Some of us are also idiots.


You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!