Photo by Carl W. Huffman

 

 

The Old Master

 

No absolution or resolution you say, for all the evil lies . . .
this world has told you.
This life gave us no true will of our own...or...
a voice to quiet our final judgment by the hands of those
who distinguished what was best for us.
But this life was not meant for you and me.
It came, collected it's wages, then moved along
it did not decide to be for or against you.

You could have never known that the would come for all you loved
in the middle of the night,
leaving only the music as your final Friend.
But you survived...all the tears and wicked people
to play once more.

But only you know the power
of a single tear
as it falls alone.