IRONIC EXISTENCE

ronic – isn’t it…? The very essentials we need to survive Are the same essentials that endanger and destroy us! The very same people we love Are the same loved ones we hurt or hurt us – The very same life occurrences and events That cause us to smile and laugh Are the same occurrences and events that cause tears and humiliation! Ironic – isn’t t…? The same life we cherish and deem of priceless worth And we hold fast to never foresee its end Is the same life we mis-care for and waste Toss aside and risk and gamble away As if its value were less than a penny worth! Ironic – isn’t it….? The same sunlight that produces energy and cheerfulness Is the same sunlight that burns us with its UV Rays! The same smile that deems us cheerful and beautifully radiant Is the same smile that label us “fools” to our predators! The same hand that extends to help and rescue Is the same hand we use to strike and knock each other down. The same eyes we use to captivate beauty all around us, Ae the same eyes that covet our neighbor’s possessions! Ironic – isn’t it…? A friend can be your worst enemy While one’s enemy could have resulted to be your closest friend. A friend lies to another – even for mercy’s sake But, an enemy holds NO reservations or presumptions! If an enemy tells NOT the truth At the very least he shares his opinion and his thoughts With no presumptions or reserves! Ironic – isn’t it…? The very dust we are drawn from is the same dust we return upon death. Ashes to ashes – dust to dust The conclusive summary of a man’s journey Is that a man’s life is but a mere reflection – a flash – Of how his life PRIMARILY began! “From birth to earth From womb to tomb” (More than just a West Side Slogan) Connoting that life and death are bound like brothers When often perceived as oppositional rival enemies. Life calls for a celebration While death yearns for acceptance Not rejection! Ironic isn’t it…? Death’s announcement bares no good news! We run from death and fight against it Even when we know we stand NO CHANCE to defeat it But only to surrender ourselves to it as we stand POWERLESS against it, For death cannot be cheated nor tricked Bribed nor negotiated Death bears nothing to offer but death itself: An infinite eternal flat-line with no further response On any end!