Most know that “It’s A Wonderful Life” is my favorite all-time film – not just favorite Christmas film. This piece is themed around George’s story laid back against my own.
I wrote this 5 years ago today after almost a year of stress & tension, the fights boiled over into angst & sadness.
I found myself in a corner bar in my old neighborhood, weeping in my whiskey, bawling in my beer…wondering where I’d gone wrong this year.
Rest assured that what was then wrong in my life then is in the process of being righted.
“A Year Like George Bailey”
Perched precariously
A bridge
A snowy precipice
Looking down at what’s ahead
Downed by what’s behind
Fingers clasped
Wondering if magical miracles
Work in the darkness of a heart.
Pain is painted across the year.
Wounded warrior of life & love.
Silence is solemnity.
Quiet bars, quiet cars.
Others crying in their beers.
“We serve drinks to get drunk hard.”
My life was not mine. Without regard.
Close the year in dignity.
One more cycle, some more scars.
This silence is solemnity.
Quiet bars, quieter cars.
No uncle to accuse for malfeasance.
No do-gooding father to assign.
None but me to blame
For my dim light’s shine.
Trains rush by to end my presence.
Longing’s meant to share.
Burden’s too great to bear.
Gravity grants us presence
Seasons grant us care.
Better off without me…
The world spins on & on.
Better off in silence.
Today’s was my last dawn.
Perched precariously
A bridge
A snowy precipice
Looking down at what’s ahead
Downed by what’s behind
Drowned by ice & lies.