• In The End


    A poem about the uncertainty of life and death.


    In the end
    When I look back on life
    I think I will laugh myself to death.
    Too rich to be broke
    Too poor to be wealthy
    Of anything at all.
    I watched a man today
    Drive his brand new pick up truck
    That will never take him anywhere
    Except to forty and then to forty-five
    And I thought to myself…
    Life feels dangerous to us all.
    Most of us try to avoid that dangerous feeling 
    By being as certain as we can
    But that there makes us cowards.
    And cowards are already dead.
    They have committed suicide
    And now
    They leave empty footprints upon the surface of earth.
    So as much as it scares me, 
    I’d rather be here now
    With all the uncertainty that life is.
    And really live
    All the certainty that we collect is ornamental anyway.
    All is lost upon death.
    All fame
    All glory
    All memory
    All power
    And all fear;
    Will disappear like shadows into light.
    And I will smile to see it go.
    All but potential
    Is a kind of corruption.
    That distracts you from the truth of who you are.
    An unknown freedom
    Impossible to know,
    Impossible to predict.
    And those who know it… Live
    Those who don’t… Only pretend to live.
    They grow acres of fruit and only manage to eat the rind.
    In the end
    When you look back on life
    I think you will laugh yourself to death.
    Too rich to be broke
    Too poor to be wealthy 
    Of anything at all.