Sometimes

a woman freinds brother got killed today hit by a bus when he was crossing correctly the school bus was turning right on the red its under investigation and they pulled the plug he was brain dead from massive head injuries he was just going to get married his diabetes was under control he was so happy the past few months she said I met him last summer he was a Masonic Lodge member like my father who has passed my father was eight four five years ago now dead and gone this man was in his late forties blind with his cane doing what he was rightly intitled to do the world his oyster and like some cruel joke "One day you may just get bit by a bus" now hes dead stolen away with so many years left and my father in law visiting operated on healing still facing chemo now it may kill him and not doing anything may kill him its a fast cancer the worst to have no large tumours just many cells moving everywhere or maybe chemo and still get cancer after this only fifty seven his family members finally happy settled grandchildren everyone getting along all the future to have now teetering four years the doctor said maybe maybe depression sifts into me like a cold that freezes my heart to feel nothing would be a true pychopath and strange but they delight in taking life having no feeling for it or robbing the poor or rich to make them richer like dark matter sucking in light but I know what its like to want to just not feel or worry or be overwhelmed or feel lonliness crushing down or that terrible numbness the mind spooling old lost dreams yes I know all this its right here in the now good poem Rett as all your poems are

Wow Rett, amazing as always. The fact that the poem is awesome never ceases to amaze...it is just the poem in itself that amazes me, cause you do something different everytime. Such emotion to how we all feel about life somedays, whether the pain be physical or emotional. But the key word is sometimes...any other day life can be just wonderful! Peace and Love Katie

Sometimes the writen word can bring me to tears and this is one of those times ...poignant and beautiful rett Sincerely Jayne-Chloe

Not always, when the pain is too much and life seems not as precious or love not marvelous, that one wishes to throw everything away. The pendulum swings from sometimes of misery and pains to peace and harmony. This is very good Rett. Best wishes. T.

Rett, WOW! you described a painful truth about life so beautifully, a touching, sad and at the same time a sweet write from you.I felt like you know my mind while reading this poem. Life shows us many different scenes, sometimes happy and sometimes sad, but it depends upon us how we take it.Usually after a bad time when I remember it, I feel stupid and laugh at myself, thinking that why did I take it so difficult and felt so hopeless. As life goes our perceptions about the difficulties that life gives us, also change. Enjoyed reading it. You always come up with something different and new, and I love it. Sincerely, Wafi

Nicely put Rett, and putting it as a negative can make the actual fact more poignant than otherwise, this is the case here. Some in this group of writers of poetry know the pain that is real, and eats away from the visions of beauty that this world presents for us, to be in pain caused by its beauty must for them be a kind of unreachable ecstasy, an unreal dream. To Rett full of love for his fellow men(women!) and the nature of the world, respectfully Ann

Pain. I know it well as an intimate friend when my heart cries NO you can't my shoulder stabs agony and my leg tries to buckle, still weak from where the surgeon sliced out veins to bypass my clogged arteries all those years ago I get angry at the pain, myself, I curse it and spit defiance at it because there's just too much wonder in the world, and too much to enjoy, as you so exactly say my friend. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

Pain is an overwhelming force that can take our moments away from us, but sometimes the beauty of a child's smile or a flower reaching for the sun can make us forget... sometimes... enjoyed your somber but hopeful write... Richard

I like this, we all have our sometimes me too. Like the rhyme and rhythm. You are so right, all we have to do is to go outside and see the beauty in nature. That is the good part about having the heart of a poet. Seeing the good in the bad. Good job my friend. Patty