LIKE GRASS PUSHING THROUGH CRACKS

LIKE GRASS PUSHING THROUGH CRACKS



Grass pushing through cracks.
Old building gives way to age;
soon my memory.

Soon my memory.
Life changes like that old house--
permanence is gone.

Permanence is gone:
I’ve forgotten who I was;
what I used to love.

What I used to love,
what I’ve stood for all these years:
simple happiness.

Simple happiness.
Real life makes that seem futile–
like grass pushing through.

Like grass pushing through
foundations I once thought strong;
how misled I’ve been!

How misled I’ve been.
To yield to unnoticed cracks
while pretending strength.

While pretending strength:
wonder what else has slipped like
grass pushing through cracks.