Looking through the kaleidoscope
I see life as it is.
How many times a tragedy
has brought me to my knees.
I wonder at how many times we cry or plead or beg.
For the not-so-perfect circle to fit the square and final peg.
How many lanes of travel must I take to find the way?
When doubt shall overcome to bring the magic holiday.
The tire tread grows weary from the roads we travel upon.
Then looking through the rear window, we are shocked by all that is gone.
Where did the skin, the hair, the laugh,
the twinkle leave the eye?
Replaced by bitter solitude of how or when to die.
Then looking up and over to beyond,
reality hits over lack of a wand.
There is no control over natural disaster.
Unfortunate times lead to leveling massacre.
Why do people leave this earth?
To go beyond and live the curse?
Safe is not inside a bubble.
It cannot keep us from the rubble.
For inside that you find decay.
You forget how to live and laugh and play.
The organ music may play and grind,
but your own inner happiness
you must search for and find.
Stop looking back through weathered windows.
Shed the magazines, books, and clothes.
Free yourself to live once more.
Open your house and open the door.
Life is here to live right now.
Not to regret in the final bow.