Perhaps,
the world might indulge me for a moment
and let me alight up on some old ghosts,
shake the dust off the shackles
and wake the dead.
Who desire nothing more
than to have their story told.
for Hell,
my friends,
is to be forgotten.
Life doesn’t pick favorites
and it sure as heck doesn’t discriminate
who gets lifted up
and who gets smashed down.
Boy,
life is a crap shoot
and these days are no different.
I think the bloom’s come off the rose,
just a little bit.
Folks don’t keep those precious social contracts
held in high esteem anymore.
These days,
it’s a whole lot of
“Everyone’s for themselves”.
Who’s going to know these new ghosts,
if they never knew their neighbor?
It seems to me,
That a 30 second attention span
doesn’t lend itself well
to the building of friendships,
so if we lose contact
and we fall apart
as cities,
as families,
as individuals;
then aren’t we just going to be
a whole lot of lost and wandering souls
in the next world?
I can’t think of anything
sadder than a lost soul.
A ghost of the forgotten
and never known.
It’s quite possible,
that we’ll end up with a few
angry and even vengeful souls,
who hunger for in death
what they never had in life.
A connection with humanity,
love,
faith,
family
and that can be downright terrifying.
I guess I ought to reach out
to a few more folks
in the coming days.
It’s good to let people know
that you’re thinking about them
and it’s good to know
that someone’s thinking about you, too.
That warm feeling
of love and recognition
staves off the hungry ghosts
for a little while longer.
We all need each other
and what we don’t have in this world
we damn sure won’t have in the next.
HG – 2017
