At the Heart Of Things Is Love
The new Year is fast approaching and
A dreary sky overhangs its morbid head
Everywhere there are lovers
Holding hands and being gay
Once in a while.a strangers smile
Add a bout of energy to my faltering steps tired from the climb.
A new Year pledge evoked amidst the noise and glee
The skies above open up its arms and rained down
a cold blast of raindrops
Much needed I think as all around me lover's scramble
Hands held in new love fashion
But not for me
As I trudge by on shaky limbs and climb the steps
A passerby will interject a wish
Goodwill for the coming New Year
And I, of course, intone the said same greeting
It's all relative, the New Year wish
As I climb to the top I hear voices
People milling around to watch the fireworks
lovers held tightly against the cold wet Night
seeming not to care
The rain is pouring down in torrents
Mixed with the darkness of the Night
The streetlight that illuminates
darkened skies
I am not alone in my aloneness, thankfully
A stranger appears
just as lost as me and as he talked
He spoke of things that make the new Year
Anticipatory
Laughter streams as tears down my face
And the mirth that bubbled forth
Made him pause to stare, and slowly as if transfixed
He reached for my hand and sadly
He made the most important declaration
He had like so many others had come to this very spot
For the last time a hope for a brighter future
and when all quiet and no one left
he would climb these high walls and
He would end it all
Not a word did I utter as he needed none
Only an ear to tell his tale while he made sense of it all
So every Year as if duty bound I climb these steps and head for the wall
And pray that another soul I would help to realize
That Life has more meaning than our selfish way of being
This was written about my experience in New York took my Eldest Son who was a baby back then to view the fireworks. He enjoyed looking at lights as most babies are apt to doing. It has stuck with me all these Years I sometimes wonder how he fared. I think Counseling chose me at a Young age I just didn't realize it. We are shaped to a large degree by our experiences it's the Nature vs. Nurture argument.
Copyright@prose of Molly Library of Congress
