Not to be....

The signs abound with shouts of Super Syn and Clean 7500
Oh well, I just need routine maintenance and you weren’t here.
There is no crying in this world for guys who are brain dead.
Just more signs that it’s your money where they really care.

An old guy passed saying “that it ain’t bad ‘cept the wind”
Yep and he kept walking and I kept wondering about you.
Did you notice that I started show up again and again?
You acted like I didn’t exist, or was that just being shrewd?

So it is not to be,
And it never was.
A bubble burst you see
Just another day.

I turned a page and was taken back to an ordinary day,
Picking you up from work, watching you stride to the car.
Funny it’s that memory, but not when we parted ways
Still I wonder on a Saturday afternoon, where you are?

There is a God; and she didn’t want us to be after all,
Such a joy ride, such despair; we had moments at the top
Yet where is the great writing, foreplay, climax, after fall
I’m left with wondering if the real right move was to stop.

So it is not to be,
And it never was.
A bubble burst you see
Just another day.

An email arrives and another parent of a friend has died.
Where is the fit to my life, and do I have two, ten, or twenty left?
I can stop and wallow in dread of life, or honestly say I tried.
A line, a contact, a comment on a blog, oh I sound bereft.

But the grace of friends and the Holy Spirit above lift me
To a life that I have no earthly merit to inherit
Yet here I am in the midst of the life with no marquee
So I pause, raise a glass, and of course grin and bear it.

So it is not to be,
And it never was.
A bubble burst you see
Just another day.

By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs