Not Falling Apart. Poem by Mike Gift

The pen has left the paper long ago,
Along with it went the soul.
There he lived his life that he had tried to mould,
Like Chris sings, if you never try, you’ll never know.

Tidal, tidal, tidal flow,
The waves may be ruthless but the sound mellow.
Amidst the tides he has lost even his shadow,
Worry not unworthy being, the moon’s still shining, it’s yellow.

Yesterday he smiles again,
Yesterday the joy was born out of pain.
World and words came tumbling on him but in vain,
You can’t shut his mouth, mute his songs, it’s all in vain, all in vain.

So you see, so you see,
Les miserable doesn’t exist. He is sober.
On his grave you will pee, you will pee,
He’ll reply with a smile. St. of Calcutta is his her.