Today

The songbird sings glorious tributes to the morning sun...

All the trees sway in the gentle, August breeze...

The light glistening on my gun...

The children laugh and play; having the time of their lives...

The dogs smile at the blue sky...

I wonder where I put my knife...

The lone candle lights the way down the long, dark hall...

Should have paid the power bill..

Bought a bible and alcohol...

And as the storms of life come crashing down,

I sit with a broken umbrella in a wet hospital gown...

I go from gratitude to utter dismay...

Perhaps tomorrow won't be another today...