Let Go

I almost forgot to look up today, And see the setting sun throw stripes across the sky, My mind was clouded with worries from work, Thoughts bouncing and replaying around an exhausted head, A whirl, a tired mess, No room even for the music of my car radio, I had to switch it off, A head that was too full, Grinding teeth and drooping eyes my reward for the day. Then my eyes caught sight of the trees gently dancing in the wind, A small, wooden bird house nestling in a garden, The jagged shapes of the waves on the lake I drive past, The ancient ruins of the castle on the hill, Life has gone on outside my day at work, And my day could have been more beautiful than I ever imagined. When I went to the funeral today, I pondered the life that was lost, I questioned my own mortality, No matter what a life looks like, That funeral is what it ends in, A beer in a shabby Working Men’s Club and a stale sausage roll. So do I want to miss the stripy skies or go a day without feeling the wind on my cheeks? No. For one day it may all be far from me, I may be absent and lost, And I don’t know where my soul will lie, Or what it will have missed. One thing I have learned today, Is that if I can learn to let go, I will learn to live fuller and longer.