I could write a poem today
About how it is to be a loser
A winner
My choice
But a choice is not had as I am not sure of what it is I am
Looking over the brow of my brow
I ponder

Who are we in this life
These lives
Do we have more than one
Life karma, perhaps
I don’t know for sure

But I tell you this:
Weather the storm so the family can have you and you them
Through the nights and days of your dreams