Never Even
From first hand shakes to goodbye hugs
From sharp words that cut like a knife
To kindred sprits combining as one
Life is worth those few dark alleys
If only for the windows along a pleasant street
Life is worth the living
Life is worth a few spilt drinks
For the laughs around a warm meal.
For it is not the food that’s hot,
But it is the familiarity of those you love.
And even with those whom you don’t know to love,
One can smile at the exchange,
between those who you will grow to love.
Tombstones never do justice to a life once lived.
Tombstones don’t even try.
A life lived, leaves so much more than a simple “here lies”
The real writing of a life is written on the hearts of us.
All of us.
So keep on writing and thus be written on.
For each fresh night is followed by fresher dawn.
On the heart many things.
On the rock a blocked “here lies”
Always remember, a tombstone never even tries.
There are always “what ifs” and “whys”
When life isn’t more than hellos and goodbyes
The “us” as it were, if it were to be a song.
To who’s heart your singing, can’t be known until you’re gone.