I was a three packer until my lungs clogged up;
I could hardly draw a breath but I hung on to life.
I always believed in reversals of fortunes.
I knew I wanted a lot of years to live; so I
Outlived three of my wives. It took three of
Them to absorb what I could not absorb.
Plain Indians had a lot of buffalo to live on;
The white man knowing this killed them.
It takes a lot of things to go on living.
The monkey rides on the tiger’s back and
Mosquitoes hide in the bat’s wings. One
Must make friends with the adversary to live.
It is the large toe that is tagged on the cadaver;
The large toe is I.D ed because it bears the burden
Of the weight of the karma of who we are.
Yes, endurance is measured by pain and a lot
Of it must be absorbed before we go to paradise.
St. Peter will ask us if we endured to preserve.
Nature is generous with stars and snowflakes;
It takes an abundance of things to endure. I
Endured because you gave me an abundance of love.
Wow, heavy, at times dark, and thoroughly a wondrous reflection
One of the more unique poems I've read, for sure, with your choices of metaphor and allusion that were sewn throughout this. How it all threaded into a tribute, a memorial quilt of durable fibers, wow'd me most. Unique, and a truly special find for a lucky stumbler as myself.