Him and Me
In these moments of perpetual misery,
I feel more connected to him than ever before.
I am certain his reaction would have been
Equal to my own.
The stern face from the picture
Bleeds into my own reality.
People tell me to smile
As they must have told him so many times.
But he would have responded the same way as I.
To us both
There is just no reason to smile.
He must have smiled
In that same disjoint, sporadic manner
I have always found myself smiling in.
I know him only as legend,
As an unsmiling portrait;
Daring me to stay steady and strong:
Forcing me to remain,
To write my problems away.
He is the power and determination,
The will to survive and move on
When all seems lost.
Would he have known
I would be so much like him
What advice would he have passed along?
Certainly not to find a way to be happy
Or look happy.
Perhaps to find strength in my own depression.
But I believe that most of his advice
Would be to take full advantage of the opportunities
That I have been given.
His definition of opportunity
Would have paralleled my own.
To make a difference with your life,
To waist not one moment
On selfish gain.
Give back,
Change lives.
If you’re doing well,
Indulge your personal obsessions
Just a bit.
But never over-indulge
Even within your means.
Focus on the world around you,
Hold onto love, fleeting though it may always be.
Find all the things
That only we can see.
His advice, to me,
Would have been second nature;
We would have spoken without even a gesture.
His poetry may feel personally written for me,
A message sent across the ages.
posted by David Fuchs (Greg Goble) @ 9:13 PM
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