the unsurrounded

 

lucky ones

who when they go,

when the last heartbeat thumps &

the flatline shows,

are surrounded by loved ones

who hold their hands,

who speak to them comfortable

assurances, talking of memorable

moments of beautiful love &

compassion, as well as joke &

laugh,

in those final moments of life

when anyone who is loved

feels that they are being robbed &

anyone who loves them

feels like they are being robbed as

well---

and in the coming light of tragedy,

s/he who has been afflicted with

a spontaneous catastrophe, s/he

who has been wounded in an accident

& is suffering, s/he who has come to the

end of a

long term illness,

knows that those who have come to hold

their hand,

valued their existence &

all was not for nothing.

 

unlucky are the unsurrounded,

for the white coats that may enter & leave

do not count the same as the

warm love emanating down the hall

by those who care for the dying &

when the unlucky disappear,

no “god” will be watching,

no governing body will care when

that beautiful light goes out,

no mark will be left &

yet,

people are bitching about their spouses

right now---

people are yelling at their kids right now---

people are cheating on their significant others

right now &

people are mad at their friends for reasons that

tomorrow (because there is ALWAYS assumed to

be a tomorrow) will mean nothing,

taking for granted what they have

taking for granted what they have

taking for granted what they have.