Riddle (a poem)

I woke up crying today.

Here one day,

Home the next,

In a moment

Lethargy becomes glory,

Pain becomes joy,

A heavy heart is unburdened,

A weary soul finds rest.

Sometimes it feels like 

Life 

Is just 

Death 

Prolonged over several decades,

A  

Lifetime 

Is merely a list

Of loved ones' deaths 

One has endured.

I've always had a feeling that I would die early.

31,

No parents or grandparents left, 

I guess that's what happens when you're the youngest of 7,  

I don't think they call you an orphan when you're 31, but it still feels that way.

He was a riddle that refused to be solved,
He was a book that couldn't be read, 
He went to his grave holding it all in,

The pain, 

The love, 

The words worth speaking,
If we don't understand him, 

How can we understand ourselves? 

The end of an era
Has descended,

Helplessly I watch

A new epoch arise,

But how difficult it is 

To bid farewell 

To the life 

You have always known.

And everybody asks you 

How are you doing?

Because they don't know

What else to say.

What else is there to say?

Somebody dies every day,
You never know when 

Today
Will be your day.

As your body is laid to rest,
I rest
Knowing that you loved me,
Even though you never 
Knew how to say it.

I learned the origin of the word Euchre,

But I was never able to tell you about it,

I think you would have found it interesting.