Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Every death today
Leases a toll on my soul
Not the death of fathers and
Mothers or their children
(For those deaths cannot be stopped)
Nor can the death of any moment
As the next flow overtakes and changes
Into a dead past where endless paths diverge,
Friends grow distant and homes lost, but a sadness
Warms my body as my bounding thoughts redraw
The free times of laughter and sitting,
Problems with them forgotten, and love
Blankets a once scarred connection,
My thoughts leap through time to
Grab at smiles from company lost
And as death's fee inflates
And I walk new streets
I smile at myself
And cheer inside
Loud enough
For every

1 comment:

  1. good poem. It is like we are many people who are all strung together by our physicality. Sadness is the human condition. Luckily we can smile and cheer and be warmed by many good precios things that happened are happening and will come again. Dad