A Play on May

 

 

 

You may feel you are a genius

Or you may think you are slow,

You may feel you are ten feet tall

Or as short as my big toe.

 

You may feel you have a right

To everything that is insight

Or you may even begin to believe

Your life is a colossal blight.

 

You may feel that you are hopeless

Or have the brightest hope,

You may even think you are suicidal

And that you cannot cope.

 

You may feel you have longevity

Or just a short time here,

Or you may even feel it doesn’t matter

And have nothing here to fear.

 

You may feel there is no God

And hence, no heaven and no hell

But what you may be feeling now

May not be very well.

 

You see, May is no guarantee

That you have a June put down

So, whatever may or may not be

You may not be around.

 

May is never a certainty

You can hang your hopes upon

And before this day is complete

They may come crashing down.

 

If you are reading this

You are into the month of May,

Grace and peace to you, my friend,

Today is May's first day.

 

Welcome to the month of May

With its “may or may not be”!

You may plan and you may hope

But in the present, act soberly!

 

Stewart Russell © May 1, 2022