Jill Grieves Over What She Perceives Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

Why die?
I asked her why?
Jill said it, not I
Jill said, why live?
I said, 'why die? '

Etched in my memory
The Irony of Jill long black straight hair
For life Jill announces she will no longer care
Begging for death
Black dress and heels
Her heart no longer feels

I can't go on living, giving, Jill did say
We sit at the park, it's a bright summer day
Children play under a fountain near us as Jill grieves
Jill grieves over all that injustice she perceives
Finally, I speak again.
'Why die'?

Her thick red lips frown as she does say
'there is nothing left for me to live for'
I am stunned and suddenly i see the darkest night
Through Jill's eyes and I understand
So i choose slowly how to play my hand
'You have tried to live for greed, power, passion, lust,
They have all been a bust'

Turning to face my little dark elf,
I say 'NOW JILL LIVE FOR ALL THOSE AROUND YOU AND NOT FOR YOURSELF'

That thought cracked open her skull,
Out popped her heart lifeless and dull,
Hiding behind her brain all along,
Then, I gave her a song.

Soon she will be loved.

Beau Golden
december,2001