life is but a cruel game
where we live each moment
always missing someone
I talked to a Serbian man
at the bus stop going home
told him my mom died
on the solstice this year
the longest night that never
would become day for her
he said his died when he was 50
that he wept like a child then
tears formed in his pale eyes
though this game seems unfair
that no one close to us remains
we only borrow one another
life is not a game played for keeps
we exchange time for experience
and life itself for memories
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
life is but a cruel game
where we live each moment
always missing someone
I talked to a Serbian man
at the bus stop going home
told him my mom died
on the solstice this year
the longest night that never
would become day for her
he said his died when he was 50
that he wept like a child then
tears formed in his pale eyes
though this game seems unfair
that no one close to us remains
we only borrow one another
life is not a game played for keeps
we exchange time for experience
and life itself for memories