Life Goes On

Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra

La la how their life goes on

Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra

La la how their life goes on

It is the same sun, rising over the same horizon, ushering in the same day. The more things change the more they stay the same. Or appear to: the new day is indifferent and oblivious of the calendar as if saying to it, 'I don't need you, you need me.'

We trudge along, moment to moment, day to day, smile to smile, sigh to sigh. But at the end of our allotted nano seconds we find ourselves not much farther than where we were when we started off.

Along this journey we go places - do things: have things occur to us - school, college, university, the first love, fight, second love, marriage/s, divorce/s, children, cars, houses, vacations - setbacks, deaths, loss, disappointments. And then an end, whimpering, flashy or silent.

Concurrently, things happen around us, too.

The idiot box, (will I be indiscriminate if I call it YoTube as in YoHowRya or YoBro?) informs us of plane crashes, famines, target killings by individuals and organizations, depleted uranium bombings by governments, overthrows, natural disaster, Washington made disasters, Russia made disasters by reporters and anchorman who have a clearly jaundiced world view. A majority of them worldwide are black as kettle.....

And we take it all with our morning chai or coffee, spread some more butter, jam or omega three margarine and keep an ear out for the traffic on 401 or 495 as we plot the route.

On the way we run a check list - laundry, dentist or doctor's appointment, bank, greeting cards. Each day different from another by respite only.

We walk, we talk, as if we own the world. Someone (or somebody) is extending the invisible rope. When our time is up, when the trap is sprung, it will be another day. Or the same day masquerading as another day.