Poem 0142: tragedy

There was a moment today where I imagined that
I had tragedy in my life.

Two days ago, I thought about my friend.
I did not call him, though I considered it and later
Wished I had called him.

So, today, I took the time and called him.

My friend’s aunt killed herself
With a shot gun. Or at least that’s what it looks like.
Even on my worst days, that sounds really
Dreadful. I really cannot imagine dealing with that
If it happened in my family.

By contrast, the things I was counting as tragedy
In my own life … well, I look at them again and
Wonder why I was so distraught about them.

Bless you, my friend.

~ by Stan Stewart
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