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

Published by KINDNESS

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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