It was not a death wish
rather for respite a loud cry
because knowing in my mind
sooner or later leaving we must
so much beautiful music behind
it behooves to see
the good fortune
of never having to bee
the unforgotten of wars
nor a homeless creature
of a frightful world
At times
when I feel tired of such world
and figuratively slap someone on the face
I know I have lost the race
I know then
if in despair
I must do what I would ask a god to do
invite patience to my heart
and witness the blessings
it brings on the cart
In order to practice happiness at last
I relish everyone forgiving each other
and forget the past
