Expendable

At that point like an old man in a room in

a hotel in Portland…whatever he did or

thought he should have done just thoughts

as he sits on his bed in inevitability no trophies

to even remind him what he once was, bleak

yes but no one said the end would be pretty in

fact no one talks about it much what is a good

death? surrounded by loved ones telling you

your life mattered doesn’t make it any easier

does it I’ll let you know on second thought no

I won’t so why write about it because it is a

truth we all will face if we have time. 

Not a subject dear to anyone looking forward

to whatever payday, birthday, victory on the

horizon maybe just another thought and you

just numbly don’t get there which is why belief

is sought after relied on surely there’s a reason

for all this one might think a reason besides just

that that’s the way it is always has been who

remembers the great victories of past wars the

achievements of civilizations long gone and 

aren’t we in similar situations yes we are called

humanity it’s hard to love you your selfish idiocy

not realizing we’re all in the same boat.

“Being alive is like embarking on a ship

you know is going to sink.” Suzuki Roshi