Little Things Poem by Michael Garrett

Little things can seem so big,
create a branch from a twig.
Problems emerge like stars in the sky,
flicker a while and say good-bye.
If they linger long, we often find,
that when we're gone, we don't mind.
Our family, friends are left to mourn,
why waste a second on others scorn?
Their broken mouths ineptly spew,
a searing hot hateful stew.
Gossip, lies and indolence,
can make one long for death's silence.
Yet it is they that speak as such,
that will find for friends, they don't have much.
And while people will most likely be,
the biggest problems you will see.
Still cars break down, and bills come due,
our bodies ache, and we get the flu.
Traffic jams and money gets tight,
and very few, seem to do things right.
Indeed for all it ends the same,
and wasted worry seems but a shame.
Accept all things life brings to a head,
and rest for they can't follow the dead.