Is It True? Do Only the Good Die Young? A Poem, Not a Song--My Nephew . . . .
Do Only The Good Die Young?
Only the good die young--Aw, a word to the wise
Or is it just Billy Joel who claims early demise?
But I’ve seen it, too, the angels who leave just
one day are gone, their plans all but dust.
On the six o-clock news the media agree
How often do we hear there’s none better than he
Was or who would have thought that he would be taken.
He’s good, and he’s giving, so our faith is now shaken.
Only the Good Die Young--Billy Joel
How often do you hear he was a horrible man
Not his kids or his priest or his barber could stand
And we’ll be better off without him around
He deserved to be shot; he deserved to be drowned.
Ridiculous, yeah, but that’s not what we hear.
We learn how he gave to the orphans each year.
So the good die young? Yeah, too often for me.
I think and I ponder the pattern I see . . . .
So what word to the wise? My thoughts, my three cents
To Hell with being good? Mean makes more sense.
If it’s long life you want, don’t put on that halo
But live for yourself, to the beggars just say no.
Oh,I know of exceptions, of bad seeds who die
But it seems like too often, we're left to ask why--
innocent child, gentle mother , not even twenty--
Why choose them, God, when the jerks there are plenty?
Resource to help make sense of death
Only the good die young? Or mostly it seems
Without the chance to grow up, to live out their dreams.
But is that the point? To live a long life
full of working and bills and marital strife?
Only the good die young? So maybe it’s really
More than Joel’s song, a tune some think silly
But maybe speaks true about those who pass on
Who share all their light before they are gone.
But those who remain, we’ve got more to do
Nirvana’s not ours, we haven’t a clue
Like the others before us who had it together
Their time here was through. No need for forever.
Only the good die young, praises already sung.
And the ones of us behind need time to learn in kind.
Only the Good Die Young Video
© 2014 Vicki L Hodges
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