Life
Life?
If they told you, first day, when you were born
The first thing to understand is, you will die.
You’ll face a life of insecurities, disappointment
And lies. You’re going to struggle and have to fight
To receive the recognition of your abilities and
Probably, you’ll never reach your full potential
Or ever fulfill your dreams. Your heart will be
Broken and by that time it’s all too late
You’ll be full of regret and resentment for
The opportunities missed.
The knives protruding From your back
and your disappointing final net worth.
I for one, if able to decide, might have thought
At the age of three or four, having already suffered
Several of the above; to end it all.
But, a hand gripped on my shoulder and with
A hiss in my ear, someone said, ‘You are
Going to meet the woman who you can spend
Every waking moment with, and look forward
To every day. Share your hopes and dreams with
And know she is by your side, good, bad or ugly.
In other words, my future love.
I would remove the noose. Raise the blade from
My wrist and spit out the cyanide pill.
Which proves:
The slightest glimmer of hope, outweighs all
Of life’s potential misery, so celebrate the good news
Because they are nuggets of gold in the dust of life.
David Cox 02/05/2022
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