You cannot be upset with the ones in your way

When a day is crashed and somber.

A Poem From A Friend

I found this in an old email.

Thanks Shannon.

"you don't know where you're going,
 well, neither do i,
 there's a time for completion
 and a time to cry,
 and at the brink of depletion of our electronic lives
 there's a way to smile and draw tears from dry...
 no matter the land that i stand on a sigh
 from my grasp of nothing,
 to your hopeful eyes,
 i'll look back and keep ringing the doorbell of our past lives
 and wait for his bark, or your steps, or the sky"

Cahier

We live and we die,

Becomes scavengers of the rye.

Sleep in quarters unknown,

Turn our backs to our own.

Awake and then leave,

For the saddness we grieve.