careful indulgence of the common life,
lived in young lovers eyes,
caution faltered under a higher decision maker,
the thought of means for the aged to hold one last
chance of life before it slips from within their lungs,
the deed already done
and the hope for the red is gone,
timing not operable,
though there are reasons,
questions will mount and weigh
until it arrives in its own time,
an initial bridge to wonder over,
to explain and exclaim to others
what may exist,
this is not the original plan,
if life should have taught
one solitary lesson it is that
nothing follows directly the
way it is intended to,
the whole image, thought and possible
realization creates nerves that jitter,
inside with worried thoughts to accompany,
the entire time the far reaches of the mind
constantly whisper for the red to show
to calm the scared soul,
whisper for this just to be a significant
warning for what could be,
the bells still seven months
into the future,
was it inevitable with the circumstance?