Feb 1 -

There are places some of us can't face yet, and even though we see it we just swear God's sleeping. When we see it we don't believe it. We've got our faces made for smiling, but we are weeping. We've got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn; another forty years for you and yours to learn. You say, "all you ever talk about is dying, and it's getting so old."