Who do I get mad at?
Ordinarily, somebody would pay
What it did to me
What I went through:
Uncontrollable tears
Whole week-ends spent in bed sleeping
Trying to work through sedating meds
Fighting to live, pay the bills
Someone ought to pay
But . . .
But did it break my contract with the world?
Point me to other import
Than making it to the top
Making it
Other matters do matter
Did it teach me that?
Break my ego
(Which is always a good thing)
Humility
Something I never knew
Until it happened
Did it teach me?
I’m more sound today
And I look back
To how I was
What I went through
How well I feel, now
Someone ought to pay
Or is there another way to see it?
God only knows
David Fekete 