Thurman P. Woodfork
A trillion things I’ve seen and done,
a billion battle I’ve lost and won
as I bumble my way through a life,
filled with triumphs, laughter, and strife
that mark the passage of my days.
I just mosey along, work and play
following some inscrutable plan
encoded in DNA making me who I am.
It’s made me smile like rosy dawn
on some, and treat others like pawns.
Tell me, what has it all been for?
Is some Celestial Being keeping score?
Should I decide to travel a certain way
how would that change someone’s day?
Did a nascent robber become a better man
because I chose to sit instead of stand,
placing my tempting wallet out of reach,
of his not yet actively criminal hand?
And what about you, my gloomy friend;
have you thought this through to the end?
Because you once laughed instead of sighed,
a woman lives who would have died.
If her husband had not paused to see
what was causing your infectious glee,
he’d have found her embracing her brother
and mistakenly taken him for her lover.
But, instead, they’re living ‘happily ever after’
simply because of your sunny laughter.
And you, sitting here downhearted and blue,
never had a single clue.
It’s sad you can’t gauge your singular worth
to us other beings clinging to this earth…
Consider unimagined skies suddenly turned grey
just because you’ve gone away.
I’ve noticed Destiny very seldom consults me
when it decides whose ‘keeper’ I should be.
©Copyright November 30, 2008 by Thurman P. Woodfork