Memories

Memories makes us human

But love makes being human bearable

There are always two sides to a nickel

There are typically six sides to a die

Life and love are always fickle

Has anyone ever wondered why?

Why we laugh so hard one minute

And then sob our souls dry right after

Why we brighten the sky like comets

Only to burn ourselves out then crumble to powder

Can God be so cruel to treat us

Like dolls in a playhouse and toys

Disposable things, mere surplus

Ignoring our pitifully imploring voice

I don’t think so, I refuse 

To believe in things I’d long accepted

That the nature of man is always to lose

The few that they love then sorely regret it.

Because there are two sides to a nickel

And each one’s role is badly needed

Joy and sorrow each has their own schedule

Sorrow makes us miss joy so 

We won’t take it for granted

And like dice you’ll never guess

What you’ll get, the possibilities 

The Lord’s design do will impress

You’ll even marvel trivialities.

Music prompt: Sweet Serendipity by Lee DeWyze

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Hearstring Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer