Being Human

... we are what we choose to be...

What is the good in the word good-bye?

The salt in your tears, as you wonder why

This fairy-tale ending has no laughter,

And you’re left with the crumbs of never-after?

What is the point in being brave,

In keeping that smile ‘til the last final wave?

Will heaven keep score of the scars in your heart

And reward you for having your soul torn apart?

Why play the fool, why march to the drum,

Why dance to the music when we are all numb

From falling in and out of it all

Too many times to count and recall?

But you’ll take it all in, the bitter, the sweet,

The winning, the losing, the cold and the heat,

The comfort and pain, the joy and the sorrow,

And keep them boxed up marked: “Hope for tomorrow.”

Reviews

[Roland Petrov]

*Sigh*! Just beautiful, as usual. I don't normally give you suggestions, Justa, because you almost never need them, but I do find the cadence slightly off in the last line. It could be fixed with "And keep them boxed up marked......" On the other hand, I'm no expert on rhythm and cadence.

[justa335]

Thank you, Roland.

[Blossom]

I wonder if the song ‘Where’s the good in good-bye’ inspired this poem. Whether or not it did, it is beautiful and original, especially in these lines:
Will heaven keep score of the scars in your heart
And reward you for having your soul torn apart?
When there’s not much to derive solace from, it’s thoughts like these that dwell in a helpless, aching heart.
The poem also appeals to me on a personal level, as I’m oscillating between staying and going. . .
As for ‘hope for tomorrow’, just a sigh (read justa sigh)!
P.S. I don't know how, but I chanced upon your ‘Passacaglia’. Wow, Justa! I even shared it on my twitter account.

[Joey Calvo]

I love this poem! Would you mind me making it into a vocal arrangement? Giving you credit of course

[justa335]

I'd be honored and thank you very much.