make love…………not war

make kind……… not nasty

make care, concern & fair ………………not pain, sorrow & despair

all

should

could

would

understand

yet

some will never grasp

move on

move away

for they live in the past

of hostility

of bitterment

swallowing their days

while we pick flowers

and

yesterday’s wisdom

didn’t leave the room

stayed undisclosed on the shelf

life’s happenings

tucked in

the safety of a drawer

stored

for another day’s view

poetic lines didn’t fall this time

rather words

short

sharp

& curt

expressing

quack quack quack

all it takes

admitting

a mistake

no excuses do

due to

an unfortunate exchange

loss with pain

reality remains

uncertainty gains

for Monika…………..

the tug at my heart

bore a small hole

couldn’t find

the plug

to control

the weeping

seeping

had no pain

had no shield

to avoid