Bittersweet: A Poem

It strikes your tongue
Like rain from on high
Your fingers are aching
You can't hear the noise
You raise the glass to your lips
Forcing it past a smile
Drink up your life
You can only taste the dying

Meaning: A Poem

The meaning of life cannot be discovered

unless it wishes. It has an inhuman

power. It has its own freedom. It has control.

The meaning cannot be summed up

in a note, passed back and forth between two gossiping friends.

The meaning cannot be found

by crunching numbers or scrawling comments in the pages of old books.

The meaning of life can be found only by living.