Ode To Absurdity Poem by Cassaries Johnson

So what if I'm an abused wife
or a poor beggar with a terrible life?
It's the simplest things that keep me alive,
Like the number of fingers I have is still five

Though darkness may persist in my life,
One burning candle, one glowing knife,
Will guide me to a world of light
to survive each coming day and night

And if I must I will learn to endure
the abuse and the poverty more and more,
Even enjoy the struggle as well,
Though that fact I may never tell

One day I sat in a quiet park,
where no one had yet to make their mark,
I looked to the sky so high above me,
To see a bird that flew fast and free

The bird was such a wondrous sight
that gave me a glimmer of hope to fight,
That bird reminded me exactly why
I continue to live when I've thought to die

Though I will soon have to return to darkness,
In no way is my life meaningless
I will live for the simple, priceless things,
and maybe one day I'll live among kings

I will remember the bird and the world's beauties,
and hope to sail the seven seas