Crack Up

There is a chair for the boy over there

That has been empty over a season.

I don’t mean to appear unsympathetic,

But life is like that,

Get over it.

You’re twenty-seven and love’s been unkind.

At twenty-seven I’d lost my third child.

Did I seek a pyre for self-immolation?

No, life is like that,

Get over it.

There are things in ev’ry life hard to bear.

Some for good cause and some for no reason.

I don’t mean to appear so apathetic

But life is like that;

Get over it.

Look in the mirror. Don’t make yourself blind

Gulping Prozac to keep emotions mild.

I don’t mean to demean your situation

But life is like that;

Get over it.