Life ‘tis what it ‘tis

We struggle against it

We complain about it

But the bottom line is

We must accept it

Because the alternatives

Not stated here

But you know what they are

We’re all adults here

Lead to ruin

I am at low ebb

The tide line is an infinite distance from the shore

For what reason

People protect me from what I should know

??????

When

It’s not there

It’s not there

When

It is there

It is there

Today

It wasn’t there

Tomorrow it might be

Life

Is what it is

Don’t try to understand

I am more tired

More in pain

Then I ever would have though

My body is dying

Is in distress

I falling apart as I speak

But the spirit

My soul

That which defines me

Is stronger

Is more alive

Then I have felt in 1000 years

My weirdness is confirmed

On many levels

This should be

One of a handful

Of the worst

Days

Of my life

And yet

It may prove

In the long run

To be

One

Of the best

Wait for it

Wait for the drum roll

Watch for the sound of the horns

Woodwinds responding

Will the strings respond?

Will the conductor

Wave his button

Will it have meaning?

Today

This point in time

Was not

The best day

Maybe not the worst

But not the best

A few incidents were nice

Comforting

Even special

But by enlarge

The day

Well

Sucked!

‘Tis winter now

The snow and cold

Invade my bones

Invade my soul

I am a creature

Of heat

Of warmth

Of fair weather

But fate

Chance

And just plain

Poor planning

Has placed me

In a spot

A place

A time

Where weather

Changes

Is seasonal

And for a certain time of the year

Just too dang cold

Despite all the problems

Despite all the pain

Despite all the all…

I find myself in a

Gentle place

Age

And putting up with

All the putting up with

Has taught me to

Disconnect

If I had learned that

Days/months/years ago

I would not have

Had to disconnect

Now