anyone who ever said
that life was good
and could be done
by anyone
never slept in a bed
while the building next door
exploded and shook
the whole room until
we stood in the door way
hoping (and then pray
ing) we would live to see
another day
no one who ever talked
such a way knows what it really
is to lose and loss so numbing
they forget to pass on the wisdom
to the next generation
good poem.