A poem: “THE VALUE OF LIFE’S ACTIVITIES!” {to make you cry, sing and/or . . . go out and try again!}

Written: Saturday morning, about 7:00 A.M.

The names are changed to protect us . . . All!

Preface: A man came up to me, just the other day, and asked: “What’s It All About, J?” He showed me his resume for the past few decades . . . it was pretty impressive, I thought! After I read it, I gave it back to him . . . and he tore it up . . . AND . . . I wrote this poem . . . about that . . .and stuff, about what I think about HIS life, MY life and YOUR lives, Gentle Readers. Here ’tis:

On a sheet, a resume, depicting “Carl’s” life,
These things and places I did read – I noticed: There’s no wife!
BUT . . . he seemed quite well learned . . . and had gone overseas,
So Carl spoke some languages . . . buzzing of the bees!
We all place certain value, Val-You, on this and that,
Our egos track our history; there seems no turning back,
When everything was said and done, good Carl trashed the sheet,
Is ego ever satisfied . . . ? On this thought, can we meet?
However, Friends, we’re always hardest, hardest on ourselves,
We sometimes tear & curse our lives – put them on the shelves,
And this has certain merit – it makes a little sense,
BUT . . . patting oneself on the back . . . that too is not too dense!
I just think, some fine part of you . . . sees value in your being . . .
And value in the lives of all . . . the eyes of God are seeing!

NO GOD, perhaps, exists for sure, but, still, it MAY be true,
That some, apparent thing like God . . . DOES LOVE ME AND YOU!

The Mystic Poet. 04/08/2017.

P.S.: Y’know, I wonder/IF/upon THE paper that I read that day/
IF there’d been a wife for Carl . . . would-it-have-gone-another-way?
Might Carl then/have saved his sheet . . . put it in a cup?
‘Cause/Maybe/when-there-is-a-lover . . . life’s value goes WAY UP!


Dedicated to: The Fonz