Is there anything worth living for, after I die
The beginning of the endlessness, fills my mind
The clock on the wall, never stops looking at me
Always suggesting, I have somewhere to be
Some inherit wisdom, most inherent doubt
The lucky are born into wealth, plenty live without
Is the treasure shared, amongst just a few
Is it possible―for me―to have some too
I was afraid to live, and afraid to die
And who I pretended, was merely a lie
I don’t see them smiling too much
They have all of that, which is out of my touch
What is missing for them, and for me
I could make a fortune, to help them see
Now that I think about it―nothing adds up
As I swirl my coffee, to lift the sugar in my cup
I spend most of my days, trying to figure this out
I hope common sense, learns me what life is about
Never quit quitting, looped through my mind
I knew I had to quit, one last time
After the surrender, grace moved in
Twenty‐eight years old, I would begin
I went to see George, who turned ninety‐three
He lives in his mind, between them and me
I remember his hands, with big blue veins
His bald head, blue eyes, he looked rather strange
His voice was powerful, and deep as the sea
He whispered loudly, leaning towards me
When it was earthly important, what he had to say
He grabbed my hand firmly, so the thought would stay
The old man would pause, and gaze into my eyes
To make sure I was listening, to the wise
He taught me so much, with words so few
He wanted to teach me, all he knew
Words not many, said it all
Confident and strong, a tiny over five foot tall.
He smiled with his eyes, it could not be fake
He always ate healthy, except for Friday night cake
He knew I was there, for something of need
Wisdom I sought, his teachings I must heed
George instructed, I must find my own way
For the answers I’m seeking, I would need to pray
He spoke, all is one, and one is all
This you will learn, after you fall, and you fall
He gave me a big book, which I don’t understand
The wisdom of the ages, now in my hands
The book rests on my shelf, pages not turned
If I paid attention in school, I might have learned
The thought, I wasted twenty‐eight of my life
All changed in an instant, when I met my wife
Are faith and hope, superficial ornaments on the tree
Or they, the roots of life, which supplies water to me
Many years later, I lived my life
A home with children, and a beautiful wife
Now that I think about it―it all adds up
As I swirl my coffee, to lift the sugar in my cup
I spend most of my days, figured much of it out
I use common senses, experiencing life’s beauty, throughout