Vicissitudes of Life

 

That which is done

Cannot be undone

But that which is undone

Can be done.

 

Some cards we choose

Some cards life gives

But whether chosen or given

Life’s purpose is to live.

 

We can plan our day

As we so often do

But the “unplanned for” occurs

Before it is through.

 

While time is constant

Not so the vagaries of life,

Events occur when least expected

And therein is the strife.

 

The illness of a friend

The death of a loved one,

An opportunity long hoped for

Then suddenly gone.

 

 

An upsetting diagnosis,

A prognosis not promising

And someone usually dependable

All of a sudden missing.

 

An examination failed,

A job interview flunked

And that “it will get better” maxim

Certainly debunked.

 

The only luck is bad luck

When nothing is going right,

And when such is the reality

Day is the same as night.

 

Promise after promise

Invariably leading to naught,

Afraid to even ask anymore

Feeling quite distraught.

 

No lack of counsel

Though none of it is working

And even when there seems a lull

Something bad is lurking.

 

The vicissitudes of life,

Myriad fluctuations

When even the best intentions

End in total frustration.

 

Why me, the plaintive cry

And why not some other one

Who can cope with all of this

And seamlessly move on?

 

In the school of hard-knocks

The school we call life,

We sometimes feel it’s just us

But all are prone to strife.

 

Life is what it is

Though different for everyone,

Let’s help another less fortunate

For someday we’ll be gone.

 

Stewart Russell © June 1, 2024

 

Life's Lessons

He bestrode the narrow world like a colossus

Yet a little while later he lay in the dust,

Lifeless then, his words carried no weight

His detractors before having vented their hate.

There were many who in their lofty positions

Behaved as though they were a law unto themselves

But today they no longer exist having passed away

Leaving only memories and their photos on our shelves.

Yet these life lessons are not readily learned

Particularly by those who follow in their path

And like their predecessors they too follow suit

And are plunged ironically down the same shaft.

History ignored, it has been said, is likely to be repeated;

This sentiment has been proven mostly to be true,

Clearly the time is now when we must be aware

That unless we do differently we too will fall through.

“Not me, you mean you; it could never happen to me,”

Is the response when confronted with the same,

It is always the other person who falls for the trap

Yes, the other person against whom is this claim.

Life is particularly unpredictable I would remind

And what it dishes out can happen to you,

None of us has control over the vicissitudes of life

Only God Almighty is privy to that view.

The mighty and weak, their outcome is the same,

The rich and the poor no different they be,

The grim reaper respects neither class nor creed,

He conquers all: both the slave and the free.

In life money is the voice most are keen to hear

While fame and power are not too far behind,

The learned and the not so bright are in the same frame

But them all some day the great leveler will find.

The fickle nature of life is not only seen in death

But oft in the harsh realities that come our way,

These are sometimes more difficult to comprehend

And for some death is the desired option at the end of the day.

  

For these suicide was far more agreeable than life

That’s why death became their solution through it all,

The poor and destitute as well as the wealthy and powerful

Have on occasions capitulated to the suicidal call.

It matters not how great you think you might be

Or even how abundantly wealthy you really are,

Life could suddenly deal you the most vicious of hands

That neither your greatness nor wealth would be on par.

A debilitating illness or loss of accumulated wealth,

Some unforeseen circumstance for which you couldn’t plan,

It may be loss of sight or as simple as an amputated limb

It could be one or both or your dependable right hand.

It could be a stay in the hospital for an indefinite time

Perhaps due to an accident for which you were not liable,

Or some other unplanned for “rarely ever happens” event

From the clutches of which it was virtually inescapable.

You see life is a vapor that only appears for a little time,

It is like the early morning fog that dissipates with the sun,

 It is like the flower of a plant that flourishes for a while

Then in the heat of the day it comes to the end of its run.

We are just as vulnerable in the face of the vagaries of life

Better to learn from another’s example and if possible avoid his strife,

For as sure as night follows day we too will suffer his fate

If rather than accept life’s lesson we enter in at his gate.

A word to the wise then is sufficient

And I trust that this reader is wise,

If so you will accept these words of wisdom

And life’s lessons you won’t despise.

Stewart Russell © 2017