Enjoy The Porch

You try to help people...it backfire's. You try to help people...again. It backfires, again. You can't save people from themselves. You can't change people, from the fate of their determination. You only feel right, when you quit trying that.

The world spins, another day...another dollar. It's not right, but you're not going to make it right, for any of them. They wonder why you try. Are you crazy? Get out of their light. It's their time...to get it wrong, to make mistake's, to feel the pain...to say their lines.

How can you help them, then? That's it. Don't try. Do, but do no harm. Interact, or act, or not. Your part is done, has been...for a long time. You're not dead. You're just, not in front. You always were a bit of color, character...to give the background depth.

You can count a busload of people, in your life, the camera's rolling for your story. It caught the laughter and the tears, the lies, the fears...and truth of all. It's in the can. The world's a stage, you know. It wasn't just a line. You see...now?

Don't try to save them. Have you noticed, how little, they wish to be saved? Look at how careless they are, how callous of their life and the lives of other's. These are not world savers. These are life takers, eradicators. This old world is as tired of them, as they are of this world.

Let it go my friend...let it go. Give it a name, sign at the end...out'a here. Enjoy the porch, the Milky Way, the tethered fish cracker...hanging in the sky. Read, write, relax...build that little trailer, you've been wanting to so bad...take what life brings you. It will be ok. You'll like it.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art:Milky Way, from Joshua Tree National Park