Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Unavoidable Melancholy of Living

We look out windows
wondering how to make it better.
We stare at nothing
trying to predict how everything
will work out for us.
Insecurity is too pernicious a weed
to ponder into an opposite,
it takes decisions
and the daily work
of personal change.

No security will protect
against dissapointment
and the hurt of neglect.
No preparation shields
our hearts from lack.
What are we to do?
We must eat.
We must love.
We learn to deal
in healthy and destructive ways.
We learn to adjust
and somtimes what we learned
is the saddest part.

1 comment:

thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy said...

Very true. And very well said.

Ignorance really is bliss, in a way. You know?