Days when I get weighed down with all the things I have to do
Haven’t done
Have yet to accomplish
Deadlines slipping by
And goals sliding sideways
My life on drip feed
Watering nothing
Just bleeding out
Barely growing
I realise
None of it matters
We weren’t put here to do
Or else we would die
Less easily
Not simply
Out of the blue
On Sundays or Tuesdays
At breakfast
Chaotic
Mistaken
Randomly stolen
Lives cut off mid sentence
All this talk of purpose
And reasons
Yet all these people keep dying
Season after season
Before reaching even another
Goddamn family Christmas
With nothing left to show
Does it change where they go?
Were the goals of first men
And women
Greater
Than today’s human folk?
All this talk of progress
Polluting up the planet
For what?
More money
Less Lions?
Which is more worthy?
For crying out loud
What are you pausing to think about?
That!
Was a rhetorical question
So what are we here for?
I don’t know
But I know why we are missed
When we go where we go
And why I miss others
For instance
My Mother
Love
So kiss goodbye to the idea of being famous
There are plenty of talented people who are not
And a great many who are less than ordinary fools
In top jobs
Like president
So
You can’t fight the random rule with precedents like
“But I think I’m pretty good”
Because everyone has been there
So
Just
Love
And hope
And maybe
You’ll be missed
And don’t take it all too seriously
Honestly
In five minutes time you could choke on a chunk of cereal
Adios you’re gone
It is ludicrous
Do you think Whoever it was
Who made us
Would make us so fragile
So finite
If we had any real purpose?
Just love
Be kind
Walk along
Fill your time as wisely as you can
Remembering
Even poems
Don’t always rhyme
And lives don’t always have a reason
Smile
Because you live and you’ve been here
At least for awhile
For this particular season
We’ve overrated ourselves as thinking beings 🙂
Which is the sort of thing thinking gets us into 😊
Just had a brain MRI and am now sitting while the oil is changed in my truck. All morning I’ve been observing people, places and things. The bank teller so lost in her own head who didn’t catch our jokes until minutes later. Oh the burden on peoples hearts ♥️
So many people lost and wandering – I hope you are okay Mare, take care of you 🦋💕
This is beautiful!
Hey thanks – nice to see you I was just over on your blog 😃
wow this has a really powerful message! You’re really talented
Thanks Molly very kind of you 😊
I enjoyed reading this, at breakfast when my head was all noisy with thoughts of the day ahead. We do take ourselves too seriously a lot of the time. And the things which really matter, we take too lightly!
I am constantly telling myself to take things lightly – our brains have a way of winding us into circles otherwise.
Your poem is better composed than the life of man incapable even to achieve paradise on earth
Thanks Tim 😊