Poem

For years you have been putting thoughts in the closet of your mind to share them with your dear wife. Your life's
partner is gone. The closet is not as full as before, but this
thought prevails:
You are alone

You spent a lifetime putting things on a shelf so that the dog cannot reach it. The dog is gone, the shelf is full of memories:
You are alone

each day events are happening in the world. You put them
in drawers labeled "good" or "bad". The bad drawers are
overflowing, they affect you and everyone on the globe:

You are not alone



jan 27, 2002