I've lived a life of madness and mayhem. I’ve had diabetes for 50 years and have been addicted to one substance of another for 45 of those years. It has been a beautifully joyful and painful schizophrenic ride: drugs, booze, women, music, writing, and learning with each new success or defeat. This blog tries to come to grips with all of life's fractures and contains everything--even you.
Sunday, January 4, 2015
IT IS LOVE
that will eventually
run out; the love
won't run out
but time will.
Love
can never
run out,
but people
can. Time
ticks
& tocks
away.
We all
obey
a gravity
of nature.
There is never
a reason why
these things happen,
only many reasons
why they don't.
Clowns weep
& it's funny;
we weep
& it's sad.
And love sits
among the audience
laughing & crying
over the price
of tickets.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015
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