My New Job

My new job, I did not apply for

My new job, I am not fond of

My new job, it is a calling

My new job, I must do

Minus complaining

What is the work

What must I to do

What makes it so sad

What makes it so bad

It is grieving

Day calls to night

Night yields to day

Puffy eyes and sorrow

Crowd my thoughts

Hurt my heart

Tears soak my sweater

Death is calling

People are falling

They dive headlong

Without knowing why

Why, they ask, why now, why me, why, why

I am not ready

I will never, ever, be ready

Hey, you, perishing one

We aren't ready either

We don't want to see you go

We do know why ... though

Do we dare share?

Knowing why doesn't make it better

Knowing why makes all more painful

Knowing why is every bit as sad, and bad

Knowing doesn't change much

But we do, want you to know why

Let us close the gap

Let us heal the hurt

Let us speak salve

Let us banish berating

Can we linger in love?

Can we, linger, in love?