anthology of life

for some

for some

there is nothing to do but exist;

check off the boxes that appear on our list.

one moment happiness in our midst--

the next, it is gone like a mist.

for some

there are demands the world may insist

and we endeavor, labor to resist

all the while carrying weight-- we persist

alone and angry, can no one assist?

for some

everything seems to be amiss

on the scraps of disappointment we must subsist

the individual being disappears-- dismissed

isn't there more to life than this? 

for some

their battle cannot be fought with a fist.

if only they would have known they wouldn't be missed,

they would have grown to exist.

but for others

they will be missed

forever and always