his grave marker read
i didn’t want to be here
nor living like you
his grave marker read
i didn’t want to be here
nor living like you
i’ve been
struggling
with life issues
trying to
discern
what’s important
mulling over
all
the options
and
how I should
spend my time
as i started
to discuss this
with aunt bea
she
took out
a coin
and
balanced
it
upon
a thin string
just
for a brief moment
it stood there
suspended
in time
and then
spinning
falling
quickly
to the ground
and
she said
that’s
life
best
live it
so
it ‘s
outside
your door
waiting for you
to
open wide
and let
the new year in
but
you hesitate
what if
the new year
shackles you
to your old fears
and
your old
despairs
what if
if you don’t
open the door
will you die
or flow into
the abyss
or maybe
purgatory
where you’ll
get out for
good behavior
maybe
just maybe
it really
doesn’t
matter
what
you
do