Nice poem, melancholy, but still nice. I used to write poems all the time, I think I'll make a habit next month to get back into it.
Today's the anniversary of my dad's death, 21 years ago. I've gotten over the grief of losing him, but ever since, the first-hand experience of watching someone fade away kept my head pretty clear whenever things got tough. I always thought to myself, this life really is brief, in the grand scheme of things, so it's better not to worry about the little things, or even the big things. Good music, good food, good company, good conversations. Might as well have a good time, while it lasts.
Really? Thanks for the heads up. I'm enjoying the relative stability of 555 so I'll hold my breath a bit longer.