Never Too Young For A Funeral

Practically before I could walk
I learned the quickest shortcut
to despair was putting your heart
in a wish and watching hope
airlift it to its own death – my
battered parents taught me that.

Before the age of ten I had been to
enough funerals to know loved ones
really never came back no matter
how hard you cried. No matter how
many orphans they left behind.

Back then you couldn’t tell me
that God wasn’t self-centered.

Then I grew and learned that shit
happens sometimes beyond our understanding.
Its not personal…just business.

Just part of a plan that molds us into
stronger people or something like that.
I do believe in it, even when it sounds
like I don’t.