Michael Broder
Today Was All of Life
Someone loved you, someone was lonely in your absence.
Someone mourned the death of a hero.
Someone said a beautiful leaf made him/her happy.
Someone hailed the new day.
Someone grew sick and tired with travail.
Someone found his/her place in the world, then doubted it.
Awed by the scope of the cosmos,
disgusted by the pettiness of mankind,
Someone regretted yesterday and hoped for tomorrow.
Content before a favorite vista,
restless with visions of greener pastures,
Someone spoke mountains.
Verses flowed like rivers from his/her imagination.
And how many songs he/she wished to sing!
And how many men/women he/she wished to love!
And this when he/she not even happy,
but washed over in turn by grief, apathy, despair.
