Sonnet

You are there with your crook and your staff.
With these you give me comfort.
All through life it’s best to have a little cry and a good laugh.
Assume you will emerge triumphant from all discomfort.

I don’t know if I will have life eternal.
I don’t even know for certain if I exist.
I may assemble from and dissolve into any kernel.
We peer through an impenetrable unknown mist.

We hope justice will be given fairly as to Susannah’s accusers.
We trust in our innocence.
We may however end up winners or losers.
But of our fate we may in the end make no sense.

But as we look back it was a good life, if sometimes rough.
A modest home, a job, a loving family, that was enough.

Haiku

It was a good life
job home loving family
That was then enough