Survival
What does it matter if we're to lose our mind?
As mem'ry fades,
And we then lose our grip?
If all that lasts for us here in this life's
Survival –
One dark and endless trip?I asked what name he used –
Used what he said –
I thought.
But nowhere near the Mark that was –
Reaction quite severe
Was what it brought.Out in the darkness of night
Here in this town
Some teens – quite drunk –
Proclaim their clouded minds
With loudness of a manhood
So recently attained –
They squander –
While we desperately hold on.Then others,
When younger,
Get trapped,
In prisons with bars of maddening state –
Prevent it?
Avoid it?
As down the slippery slope –
Surrender?
How with this ever can one cope?Age comes,
Disease,
And loss of faculties –
We shuffle, stumble, slur our halting speech;
See others, now,
Just as they used to be
While first ones slip
Towards their early end.Then hearing young,
Bravado on their lips
Face carefree,
Blithely, life ahead;
Not comprehending just how short
That youthful stage of life –
How soon they'll helpless be,
Or lost,
Or dead.Take mom –
Five years in nursing home
More years ahead –
Perhaps quite long.
Survival is not wonderful
As it's made out to be,
If life goes on
Beyond
Our time
To roam.navigation