There are times when you feel
unsafe and insecure
about yourself that
you ain’t at all sure
If you’ll wake up the next day
And no matter the pain,
no matter the sorrow
you still want to go on
be part of tomorrow.
Then, just to make yourself feel good
you scribble down a letter
to an insurance firm
asking the details of the kinds of cover
it does offer.
Mailing it makes you feel better.
But deep down you know
Wherever you hide or go
You can’t cheat death
And an insurance company
can do nothing, to save you.
It’s ridiculously stupid and funny.
6.4.06
Arsiema Berhane
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-certain-life/
