LIFE IS ENJOYABLE

Life is enjoyable
I've had my share of problems though
I've cried over a few
Not often
Not for long


When my grandmother died I didn't cry
I was a teen
And I wanted to
Or at least my guilt did
But I didn't


I don't cry over spilled milk
Just wipe it up
Go on your way
You can't change it
Get on with living


I don't think much about death
Just when I write
Not often
Just jot down a few thoughts
Tuck them away on paper
Not much meaning
But they were mine


My grandma was a nice lady
Her life was full
She had many friends
A big family
A hard life at times
She had earned her rest


Is it better to live fast and die young
Grow old gracefully
Or muddle your way through
And take your lumps
As best you can


When has someone lived enough
Accomplished all they can
Had their fill
Or do we always want more
Even though we can't


Like I said before
I enjoy my life
Most of it
I'll enjoy it in the future too
If there is one


I'd like to be more creative
Writers have to be
But you have to be strange to write
I don't write that often
I'm not that strange


Poets and songwriters must be the worst
Laying out words in meters
Or notes in synchopation
Life would be easier
If it could fit a form like those
Life would also be boring


It should be unmetered
Unexpected
Somewhat like this mess
Aren't you glad I don't write often


I won't feel cheated if I die early
After all what is early
Make no mistake
I'm not ready to go yet
I've enjoyed most of it
I still want more


But just like my grandmother
Don't cry for me when I die
You'll know I wanted more
Maybe I could have had it
You won't be able to change it


I may be lucky and know when its time
I hope not
It should be unexpected
Will death be painful
Only if life is not






Copyright October, 1983 John D. Marks

Last changed: 02/28/2001