Losing everything was a shock to the system.
It is like standing on loose gravel
At the rim of a black and bottomless well,
When one stone shifts and falls:
The sound – taking an eternity to return, echoes.
What system is it that is shaken to the core
As a lifetime’s hard graft is rewarded
with a last glimpse of the life you once had,
When that stone shifts and falls:
The sight – taking an eternity to forget, lingers.
Forget the system. There is no system.
Avoid loose gravel – move on, to solid ground.
Not everyone gets the chance,
This chance in a lifetime
To start over.
poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2012