A Day Like This

 

 

 

A few time a year, I ponder.

I ponder that the real tragedy of life is so often life itself

For it was a wise man who told me –

Dying isn’t hard,

But watching death, now that is truly excruciating…

How much of life we spend

On things that matter not

The TV shows, the glam, the fancy house and cars bought.

While all the while, we tell ourselves – and the passerby’s who ask with only their eyes

That it really is compassion, respect, and altruism that we prize.

Who are you kidding?

Why do we delude?

We are only robbing ourselves of the true gift

When we do

But we press on

Writing the false scripts

Playing all the parts

Act One, Scene One

Media fills in the rest

Suddenly

We’re done.

It’s hard to imagine

You are among this crowd

Oh the ease with which it can fall on deaf ears

So constant

So loud

A few time a year, I ponder.

I ponder that the real tragedy of life is so often life itself

Now is one of those times

Or didn’t you guess?

Yes, now is one of those times, where it all seems a mess

You see, in a few short hours

The clock will strike

Three years gone by since he was taken

So innocently, so sweet

A day our calendars might remind us to plant a tree –

Yes, a more perfect day there couldn’t be –

A day devoted to our Earth,

Now draped in Death, what was once marked for Birth.

On a day when we gather to celebrate anew –

This day, April twenty- two.

I quietly remember you

RIP Jack B Smith

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