Disaster
Why does disaster
Come oh, so much faster
Than happenings flowing with joy?
A plane crash or fire
With death does conspire
To enter our lives and destroy.
Just hearing such madness
Imbues us with sadness
No matter if we are involved;
But while we’re existing
This pattern’s persisting,
A puzzle not easily solved.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2015
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