Hospital Stay
Temporary housing for the quick and the dead,
Lucky ones get to leave on occasion
But nothing is certain and medicine an art.
Life’s a vacation from hospital beds,
The one you are born in,
The ones that catch you off guard,
The one you will likely die in as well.
Happiness is always a carnival ride,
And though you are caught up in the novelty,
It doesn’t last and is seldom free,
No matter how short it seems.
Cleanliness to ward off the evil spirits?
Now there’s a joke we all can love!
The most protected of children
Can be among the first to die!
Mothers! Let you kids eat dirt!
Germs that don’t kill might save their life!
Toughness isn’t always taught.
Nature’s House rules are not always kind,
She usually has the winning hand
And sometimes hides cards up her sleeve.
Still life’s the only game we know
Whatever cards we may be dealt.
When you argue for the soul,
You just piss against the wind...
And yet, without a true creator God,
(And a loving one at that),
Is there really meaning to be found?
What hope has Love in love?
Long Tooth
December 14, 2016
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