Monday, December 12, 2005

Strength, Character, Purpose

I haven't laughed since 1994,
The year my son ran over Sasha's dog.
Since then I feel like nothing but a cog
In Fate's machinery. It's such a bore,
This slogging onward, it's an endless chore
Like Sisyphus's rock, but in a fog,
With some sad joker and his dying hog
Climbing beside you. I can't take much more.

Sometimes I think I may have glimpsed the sun,
And stand up, ready to remain alive,
Although you couldn't hope to see me thrive.
When Sasha sued us, I thought I was done.
Unless you count the court case that we won
I haven't smiled since 1995.

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