The day I die

The day I die
will arrive and pass...
as everything else does in life...

I will die on that sad-charming day
when people will be laughing and drinking their wines
at the restaurants and bars,
the wineries will be open at Napa,
the cars will drive, the homes will be sold and bought,
the children playing in the green gardens of childhood
and couples falling in love,
brides buying white gowns and the grooms
thinking of planting the seeds,
and gardeners sharpening the edges of the greenery,
and poets will write their golden words

and the sick, die, hungry to live,
hungry children, die, hungry to eat,
breaking hearts, die, hungry to love

all beneath the fog-tree of life
and the shadowed peaks of sadness
where each of us sits, counts and
confronts these truths alone.