Why is it that the older I get
the more that things move me?
Music brings me to tears
and injustice to anger.
The short-sighted stupidity of greed
that is destroying the world I know
brings me to deep sadness
and thoughts of violent resistance.
The poet in me rages when I look at my heart's pain
and compassion wells up and washes me again.
Is it nostalgia for this life I have loved so well
or the pain of loss gathering around me like the night?
I tell you this - I shall not resist
these knives of love that cut me.
For these tears are born both
of love and pain.
And, if we are not here to saturate ourselves in this
then I cannot think why this is better than being dead.
gallagher
20Nov2013
christchurch
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