[Army Air Corps]

It makes too much sense; you'll never make it as a beatnik poet... :-)

[NicknamedBob]

Hmmm. Let's try this one...



Numbers


The world is what the world is,
You can’t make it perfect.
You can’t make it safe.
You can’t make it make sense.

If you live an average life,
Half the people that you come to know,
And love,

Will die,

Before you do.

This is a statistic. You can check it out.
It’s just numbers at work.
The cold equations.
Numbers at work.

Numbers.

Numb.

Nobody said that Life was fair.
One thing we know for sure.
Death is not fair.

It may be equal,
But it isn’t fair.

Young children shouldn’t die.
Healthy young adults shouldn’t die.

Old people, who have seen too much of sadness,
And have grown weary of the torment,
May welcome uninterrupted sleep.

But I’m getting tired of it.


NicknamedBob . . . . April 29, 2004