ELECTION / LAMENT
Election notwithstanding
The clause says
Life goes on.
Make the most of the time.
Make your own opportunities.
Let the politiciams be the ones
To make monkeys of themselves.
ALSO: further honouring Alzheimer’s Awareness Month—rather symbolic, don’t you think?—some of us may feel this way about politics and the state of our country. May the best monkeys win.
Dedicated to all care givers everywhere.
And all losers in the election.
PS: No real disrespect intended against the monkeys.
CARE GIVER’S LAMENT
H. W. Bryce
I am dead. I am sorry.
I’m sorry to leave this life.
It’s just too much for my head,
But to this life, I’m dead.
I’m dead because you are ill
And I must take care of you
Morning, noon and night,
And life seems such a blight.
Not that I complain;
But it is a burden all the same,
Which I find difficult enough to carry–
It all seems devil-sent to harry.
For I had a life like you,
Full and fulfilling,
And private and shared,
And showing how we cared.
And though we shared life with others,
You still gave me time for me.
But no longer now;
I no longer know how.
Friends have drifted on,
Not able to commune,
Not finding me my former lively self–
So they’ve left me here up on the shelf.
For I have become you in my caring,
And you have become a shadow
of the former vibrant, younger you,
Bubbling and fresh as newly perking brew.
So now that I don’t have a friend,
No time at all for me,
No longer is there we, no longer two,
We’ve become a single you.
And so “I” am dead. I’m sorry.
All I do is worry–
It all spins inside my head,
And now the I of me is dead.
— —
Politics is chess
Life is craps.
Worker bees do their best.
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Poem is from my book Chasing a Butterfly
