WORK

                   work is all I got left
                   to do nothing is to contribute to the mess
                                                --Donel Arrington


You see, there is hope!
Talked to 53 year old friend at the gym this morning,
the two of us lamenting the state of the world, of America,
of humanity.
But we agreed there is hope.
There are young people who have not succumbed, who
have not become cynics, dead inside, gone.


And I find this poem here.
The beauty of it, the intelligence, the love.


I think of my sons' band with its internal problems.
All the struggle to be strong and make beauty in music
and lyrics.
The work involved. The effort. The discipline.
It's not for the weak of stomach or mind.


Yet I believe we're going to make it!




Rich Quatrone June 8 2012