John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

From my second floor perch I gaze
out the window through streetlight haze
at the dark cemetery with its maze
of white headstones, my mind in a daze.

Below me I hear the young couple, their plays
as they make a baby; this night and future days
filling them with hope for life and bright rays
of love as they plan the vision of their own ways.

But I fear the dead are my true kin
because all of life seems to be sin
and no matter what, I never win.
I call out: Bring me the pint of gin!