Dead Sure About Life

Dead Sure About life David J Walker I am dead sure that The only thing to write about on the Otherside is life What is there to talk about That would compare to perfection What is there to anticipate in an eternity that hasn’t already happened With infinite tomorrows How good can I feel with unjuxtaposed sorrows In a room with stained glass windows That never open My halo Although adjustable Never seems to fit the way it should Mother says not to complain I will get used to it Father says he finally threw his away And Nobody noticed What is there to write about except life And how often we failed at it