2003

I want to write 2003
On the line on the check that says: date.
Because time flies and I haven't caught up.
I am still trying to figure out what it all means,
Two divorces, two children.
Perhaps there is no reason,
Or rhyme;
Maybe God has a plan and isn't telling.
Which makes me wonder
Until my brain cramps.
Then my mind shrinks back
In humility
At the enormity of life
And the smallness of me.
Because some days are are barely bearable
and others sing with joy.
Its just life they say.
Have some ice cream.