I pray to understand,
But get no answers,
I evoke History,
Delve into the past,
For greener pastures,
And yet, the more things change,
The more they remain the same,
Life is a complicated play,
With all to lose and nothing to gain,
A solid dark refrain,
A standing alone in the rain,
'Hey, who turned off the lights?
I paid my bill'
This just isn't fair or right.
Yes, life is a mystery and sometimes its seems so unfair and lonely; and despite best efforts, the effort often appears fruitless. I wonder these same things too, but then I try to remind myself that its not in getting the answers, but in the asking of the questions, the day to day process of living, the ability to become consumed in spectacular moments that can come from looking out the window, holding someone's hand, coming up with a cool rhyme, or laughing at something i've read or heard. I keep asking and praying though.... This is a nicely written bit of poetry Sandra. I also like the ending.
From the song 'Ready for Love' by Bad Company comes the line all our dues surely must be paid. That is what I thought of when I read Hey, who turned off the lights? I paid my bill. It seems in the natural order of things that all signs point toward decay. Nature is in constant regenerating of self by consuming itself. Relationships and life in general need constant watering and nurturing. Effort is constant and sometimes exhausting. With all to lose and nothing to gain. I agree that it is not fair and like you we know that it really can't be but the humanity in us. The decency or hopefulness that makes us human still feels it should be and strives for that place. Maybe that is the essence of all that is good. To pick up and move forward when it would be so easy just to let circumstances consume us.
Thank you so much, Bill. And Hello, or should I say, good morning. It seems we poet-owl people never sleep. Oh, well.....
Nice philosophical poem, I enjoyed it thanks for sharing, Sandra10+++
I certainly enjoyed your comment. Thank you so much for reading and for your kind words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
solar power for our darkest hour? complejidad en la oscuridad mi Espanol muy bad bad bad!