Oh my little nymph,
Should I tell you about pleasure or pain,
Stabs or jabs
Should I show you the most exciting or the most perverse
Should I tell you your past or your future.
Should I speak of great evil and suffering
or kindness and light
Such is life’s many morsels for us to feast,
not all are pretty, not all delightful.
And like a Chinese buffet, they have way too much MSG.
This is the truth of life, the big game we play.
Today, on December 22, I found out the following.
My daughter got married today and didn’t invite me or tell me about it.
My son was there; he posted it on Facebook.
It was full of family and friends, except me.
My cheating wife and her new husband were there of that I am sure.
After raising and feeding them all their lives, my children decided I was not good enough to invite.
Perhaps they thought I would embarrass them.
Perhaps they figured they could get nothing from me.
I wonder if they thought about it, talked about it, or if they cared at all.
I feel like taking a shower with gasoline and lighting on fire,
but instead I will realize the truth and decide to ignore the whole thing.
So I will no longer call them or speak of them. I retract all my feelings to them.
They may speak of love, but have no clue.
They deserve each other. I just don’t care any more.
I am free from them; I know the truth now.
Such is life.
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