He warned me not to look,
the damage had been great,
the trauma more than I could bear.
Just let it go, he said,
and so I paused.
You must accept, he said.
He meant well for me.
Grieve today and tomorrow,
and trust it will get better
over time.
But what is worse, I ask myself?
Knowing or not knowing?
Which takes more strength?
Looking and knowing,
or not looking, not knowing?
It’s been on the news
and now everybody knows
how even great Goliath
can be felled
with a simple stone.
He warned me not to look,
but I really had to know.
And so I steeled myself,
drew a breath and looked
at my stock portfolio.
Oh, yes, how I can relate! In the "next life," I'll probably just stuff whatever I earn into a mattress. Buck used to be a banker, so we "actively manage" (there's a euphemism!) our stuff, but many days I do wonder whether you get more sleep by knowing what's not there or by not knowing what's not there. . .well done verse, G.
ReplyDeleteI've adopted the "don't look" stance this past two weeks. My heart can't take it!
ReplyDeleteYou had me fooled until the last line. My thoughts were roaming around in a completely unrelated arena.
ReplyDeleteI hope your camping trip is going well and that Pablo is doing his share of the litter picking.
I found myself holding my breath as I read, worrying about what was to be revealed. What a relief, and chuckle, I received at the conclusion. Very nicely done -- and I relate!
ReplyDeleteI guess there's some comfort in not having enough to invest.
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