The Life that Soon Passes
The life that soon passes
Front of its time
Multiplies each dark whisper
Others answer—your crime.
In taking your life
Not knowing you gave
All the pain you’d collected
To those you would save.
In the moment of decision—was it decision at all?
Or impetuous courage that hastened your fall?
Genius, industry and resolution found, where you would be—and most lost.
Unanswerable questions rush in by the scores.
What were you thinking? How could you leave us? Was it me or…?
But answers aren’t gold
Time releases debts
And peace will soon tarry
When I open again.
There’s no life without death
And braving death, what’s clear
Is my life is for living
…and no longer in fear.
“Thank you” isn’t right
Nor, is anger for the past
Free from torment and from searching
I can just love you and … I’m back!
—Ron Renaud
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