Life's Bitter Pill
The preacher's eyes looked so sad
as we walked from the graveyard.
They had just buried my mother
who died at fifty one.
The mourners were on their way
picking pebbles from the ground,
casting them into mother's grave,
they too had tears in their eyes.
He placed his hand over my shoulder
as he spoke with those misty eyes:
"Take it easy, son, don’t you cry,
your mother must be in heaven now."
But I was numb and unbelieving
with no thoughts to what he'd said
for I could never forgive his God
for taking mother away from me.
My poor father silently cried,
shocked by the death of his wife.
But he never knew, if only he knew
that he was soon going to die too.
I looked around me with mock relief
and I saw them all clothed in black.
"Take it easy, brothers and sisters,
no need crying over spilled milk."
I don't know how many times I cried,
people had tried to hurt my pride;
never caring to look into my feelings,
they laughed at me behind my back.
Now my dreams had all burned down,
fate had stolen my golden crown;
while the curtain's blown by the wind
the rain was dripping from the pane.
I'd been through life's ups and downs
but I never moaned aloud like a clown.
‘Take it easy, Fred, take it easy,
soon the dark clouds will go away.’
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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