WHEAT AND CHAFF by Tom Jensen
Your suicide was glorified
Like a police chase on the news
Neither your vanity or your family
Was enough to pull you through
When you crashed in the past
You walked away unscathed
This time you fell it didn’t go so well
The saviour was not saved
The memories are overwhelming
As they all come flooding back
You feel yourself being swept away
The dam burst where it was cracked
Such an explosion of emotion
Leaving everyone taking flak
“His war is over” the priest spoke sober
Then a scream, a yell, a gasp
So for the cries and for the laughs
Let us raise our glass up to the past
To both the wheat and the chaff
For all that was left undone
And for what can’t be taken back