It doesn't rain,
it pours.
Money doesn't just talk,
it shouts.
It cannot be coincidental,
that life exists only in 2 states.
Either EVERYTHING is in a state
of tranquil peace
or
EVERYTHING is in a state
of tempestuous turmoil.
EVERYTHING,
just EVERYTHING
or NOTHING.
I begin to understand
my Dad
a little better
everyday.
Like I said last week,
I begin to live his life
everyday.
And the things he said
and done,
became clearer
everyday.
In the twilight
of that man's life,
as he recollects
the bitterness
of failure,
in money, love and family.
Can I take it against him,
he reacted as bad
as the way he did?
A broken life
makes a man
vehemently resentful.
Like a festering wound,
that wouldn't heal.
No band aid plaster,
will make it prettier,
in the long run.
The gangrened wound
would reek
of vile stench.
Likewise,
no amount of rationale,
moral value,
love and consideration,
can possibly overcome
a bitter and resentful heart
at the end
of a broken life.
