Why We Suffer (Louis Toliver Jr

Why We Suffer (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

A boy was waiting for his father to pick him up from school.

Once again.

And once again it seemed his father had forgotten all about the boy.

It was raining this time.

And the boy has been waiting two hours.

Sad.

Soaked.

On the verge of tears.

Hoping and imagining his daddy was a superhero ready to rescue him.

How many times does a little boy’s heart have to break?

Its not easy being daddy’s second choice.

Especially when the first choice is a drop of alcohol.

The boy has run out of faith.

His daddy will never be Superman.

Now when his daddy speaks,

All his promises turn into lies

And they both suffer.

A couple at the end of their marriage has one more hurdle.

Attending a counseling session.

They’ve been waiting eight years to be in sync.

Pour couple.

They are just too exhausted to care.

So, much fighting, not enough listening

They could go at the world together,

But they rather choose to go at it alone

And they both suffer.

Just think.

If we didn’t suffer,

We could build spaceships to new planets

Live the lives we’ve always wanted

Yet, we choose to suffer here on Earth.

Just think.

Instead of taking that long road to perfection.

We rather save gas and take that shortcut to suffering.

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