cat

i once had a cat.
fuzzy, cuddly and fat.

i loved my cat.
in my lap she sat.

she left, my cat.
i miss her, drat!

i want another cat,
but mom won't have that!

No Worries

I woke up this morning. So did you, and so did some other person somewhere, and another sometime other.
I worried about today, what i was going to do. I'm on holiday and there's so much free time, that you can actually worry about it. I thought about the next computer game i want to try, the mural i want to paint, the music i want to play, the books i want to read, and a few other things i am too ashamed to say.

But somewhere, some other person, maybe a small child in some poor country woke up this morning and thought to himself "i think i want to eat today", and another said "i wonder if i can find a place to sleep tonight". They worried about finding an earthen bed, and some bread crumbs.

Somewhere else, someone other woke up and said "i hope i don't get killed today, nor my kids", and another said "i hope nothing bad happens on the way back from work". They worried about staying alive long enough to go back home and back to sleep, only to wake up again.

Sometime else, someone else thought "i wonder how many people i've killed yesterday, and how many i'll have to kill today", and another said "i miss him, and her, and them". They worried about death, pain and suffering immeasurable.

These, and others, in my eyes, either become so indifferent, because they see that their lives matter not to others, so why should it matter to them? Or they hold on so tightly to their lives because their lives are all they have.

I think i'm safe, i think i have food to eat, and a bed to sleep on. And thus i think not of such matters of life and death. I only think of how to indulge myself. And i become indifferent.