LIFE

Every now and then when
we take life for granted
something happens which
makes us realise the fragility
of what we call life.

A life gone today
forgotten tomorrow.
Is life so cheapthat we don’t care?
Or is it that life is such
that it does not allow us
to spend time or thought
more than in slight regret
or pity lest we get sucked
into the quagmire of grief.

Does bereavement cause
grief to any but the close family?
Do we really care?
If we do,
then why does it happen
again and again
with almost planned certainty?

Who is to blame?
The one who
isn’t with us anymore?
Or we who led him to it?
Or do we blame it
all on fate?
Other than play
the blame game
what do we do
so that another
will not grieve
the loss of a dear one.

- Sun Tzu (25 Jan 07)