We have lost a great songwriter in Stephen Sondheim and I think I was channeling him somehow when I wrote this poem because it sounds a bit like a song…
Also, the word of the day was Sure, and that set me off…
Can you ever be sure of something?
Can you ever know all there is to know?
Even with a guide?
Life’s not like that, my old friend.
It’s a wonder, without any end.
If you knew what was coming tomorrow
You’d run and hide.
Will the future make you laugh out loud or cry?
Life’s a mystery, accept it, love it, live it