Long Tiresome Days (a poem)

Long Tiresome Days


I’m pleased—no, rather relieved is the word
That God chose to find a Death Man—
Because man has made so much tragedy for man
And to add to that: natural disasters—
He deserves a rest.
It is funny though, Death does not complain
Of the strain of his job!
To take the sick and lame, the war fatalities
The tired of living (although the rich don’t like it):

When I look around from day to day
The clock ticking away, it’s easy to see
Something’s wrong—with everybody
Funny, we still have a world to breathe on
(I think and say);
To fight and complain, to joke around
Hoping the old heart can keep ticking away,
From day to day, another day, just one more day
And everyone says:
You don’t belong here, or there
And the rich think they can take it with them
But the poor man doesn’t have to worry
He’s got nothing to carry away
Just his soul and a tiresome day


No: 2778 (8-19-2010)