We shall smile tho we cry

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for a friend, her family, her DAD and my AUNT

For seeds to rise, they die,

I’m told

For good to come, sometimes,

the bad unfolds

I am told

Why do babies,

those chubby, giggling, pudgy,

sweet, little things,

die?

I wonder . . . I have wondered

Now my thoughts wander

In circles of seamy, sartorial stitches . . .

I wander, wonder clothed in all the seeming philosophical reasons

postulated by man . . .

          for why the prettiest of blooming flowers wither;

          for why my love for my wow friend has gone sour, bitter;

          for why the Magi divorce Reason when it comes to sex;

          for why the genius in his ingenuity never gets heard

                   by the rich

                             moron.

Still wandering, wondering . . .

 Philosophy and the holy books have made no difference;

I shall weep anyway . . .

PS- Tears spilled in remembrance of smiles

          And times we dined, wined, loved, loved and loved

We still shall love and smile.