Blessed am I
For
I am blessed
To have lived long
Longer than the rest

For stumble and falter did they,one and another.
Some were my sisters and some claimed me brother And some forsaw roads end
And some knelt at the alter
Of greed and libation and drugs and frustration
Standing apart or shoulder to shoulder
Falling away like wheat neath the scythe.
I grew and grew older.

Both by chance and choice
So I lift my goblet and voice .
A toast
To survivors guilt.
Never.
Karma has hawk's eyes and hound's ears.
And I  for my part am bereft of tears.