Here and Now
By Robert J. S. T. McCartney
Here I am with a heavy head,
Having learned my father is dead.
My heart aches and yet I know,
Come tomorrow more will go.
Life is a constant, it revolves; out with the old and in with the new,
The pain cuts deep and to the bone, to where I want to spew.
Darkness has never been something I wasn’t acquainted with,
It’s been a love-hate relationship—a fierce smith.
Seeing others though dip their toes in it brings tears to my eyes,
I know, I know, I know that I’ll have to say goodbye.
Today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year,
What is it though that makes us seldom live in fear?
All these things and more.
I can’t think of life in most aspects in that which I exist any different,
What I can think of were some mistakes and words said that were significant.
But where would I be?
Who would I be?
The fractures and imperfections that exist within shape our splendor;
Trying to persist through life’s trials and not give up, nor surrender.
The dominos have begun,
My life’s tale has been spun.
We live today,
Only a moment to say;
A blink of an eye,
Cherish every moment, friends,
For we will all meet our ultimate end.