Lucky Poem by GRANT FRASER

No takers today,
and I feel miniscule
to the bigger picture,

Yet a much wider
berth moves,
through the mind...

what can I find - out?

That somehow someone
is out there somewhere
dying in secret,

Being kicked around
by a force that
is beyond scope...

Time is already behind me,

God is beyond me!

Life is a trillion
harsh images washed
away, in a millisecond...

And the microcosm
where I live,
already shields me
from all this...

For I have a place
to exist, A job,
Food in the fridge,
A debit card...

Need I say more...