others may have wine, i have poetry

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion.

And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Dead Poet's Society

Sunday, October 25, 2009

3 yrs later

3 years later
i jus spent 15 minutes
convincing the man at the door that you're dead
but where does he live - that twit asked
ha..i wish I knew I said

Where are you dad?
And how've you been?
What have you heard?
and what have you seen?

Do you often look down
and wonder what we're up to?
Do you get bored
and wish we were there too?

Do you think the choices I made are right?
Do you think I'll be okay?
Do you see me cry for you in the nights?

Its been three years now,
thirty won't make a difference
its still as hard, still as difficult
to get used to you not being here

Mom's a darling, she's always been
Stronger than anything I've ever seen
She misses you like crazy
You can see it in her eyes
And her smile hasn't been the same
since the day you left us by

We get by somehow,
its not like there is another option
The future scares us,
the present despairs us
We don't try and reason
And we don't ask any questions

Its been terrible without you
thats how it'll always be
Now and then look down here
And smile a smile for me...