Night Time

You try to make sense of what happened But it’s always the same Bad news hits hard The cruelest part Is the lingering doubt That things could have been different. In your heart You know that You need to hold on You’re running out of time Like a drunken sailor Lurching From one disaster after another None of your own making. Alone, at night your imagination is on overdrive Nerves stretched tight Restless You want to do something But there is nothing to do You evaluate your life The first thought Is outright denial Of what has happened Followed by anger Regret Then an uneasy acceptance. Life, which so often disappoints Could have been better Perhaps if you worked harder Or studied longer It might have been different You have fallen down so many times On the long road of longevity That you smile At your own stupidity Reasoning That it could have been worse Or it could have been much, much better But who is to say? You survived Wind Rain And storms Life was not perfect It was what it was As you face the winding roads It gets a little easier The rough parts are behind you Your life has already taken shape And you could not call any of it back From your life of long ago Or sense how badly you missed the days When you were young.