I find it offensive
That the world can change
with such little warning,
A bit of joy, a bit of pain
That life doesn’t ask
Before it takes, before it gives
That I don’t get to offer
Or rescind my permission
But let me be one who
gives when life takes
Who helps to mend
When the world seems to break
One who builds up in the absence
Of hope or clarity
One who clarifies
When chaos is reigning