This poem is about that much-maligned and much-misunderstood phenomenon, that oft-dreaded S-word. Some people embrace it. Most of us don't. Should we accept it or not? That is a question for you, dear reader....
Among fallen hopes and broken dreams
Where happiness falls like concrete beams
Distances widen, lives collide
Sadness often doesn’t get a place to hide
Everyone goes away, every person leaves
For the unknown, to see what Destiny weaves
Ideals are shattered, fate turn bleak
All before you get a chance to speak
Child leaves home in search of a new life
Relationships crumble in times of strife
Lives turn haywire, prudence spins out of control
As the Maker observes all through Fate’s keyhole
Separation is the name of this odd game
Which brings both fame and shame
Lefts and rights are traversed by “splitting” pain
Like a sullen river meandering through a plain
None can escape Life’s unending lawlessness
And the manifestation of our roots’ restlessness
Some dreams will meet, others will separate
On this basis will weird Earth operate
