The Unsurrounded

lucky ones who when they go, when the last heartbeat thumps & the flatline shows, are surrounded by loved ones who hold their hands, who speak to them comfortable assurances, talking of memorable moments of beautiful love & compassion, as well as joke & laugh, in those final moments of life when anyone who is loved feels that they are being robbed & anyone who loves them feels like they are being robbed as well--- and in the coming light of tragedy, s/he who has been afflicted with a spontaneous catastrophe, s/he who has been wounded in an accident & is suffering, s/he who has come to the end of a long term illness, knows that those who have come to hold their hand, valued their existence & all was not for nothing. unlucky are the unsurrounded, for the white coats that may enter & leave do not count the same as the warm love emanating down the hall by those who care for the dying & when the unlucky disappear, no “god” will be watching, no governing body will care when that beautiful light goes out, no mark will be left & yet, people are *****ing about their spouses right now--- people are yelling at their kids right now--- people are cheating on their significant others right now & people are mad at their friends for reasons that tomorrow (because there is ALWAYS assumed to be a tomorrow) will mean nothing, taking for granted what they have taking for granted what they have taking for granted what they have.