Warning of the Blackbird
By John Herlihy

Some moments lived as carnival,
Others lie buried in the Transvaal.
All of life’s moments lost in time,
Swallowed up amid all the grime.
Hot tears but mirrors in the rain,
Sorrow always hiding in the pain.
Even death will finally get lost,
Spent with some nominal cost.
Some events we have no control,
Bits of happiness we only stole.
A moment of peace we do relish,
Falling snow, our lives embellish.
One step forward, two backward,
Listen to the warning of a blackbird.