What fools are we

  for Declan
What fools are we
to think that we can plan
and plot and shape our lives
and choose to go or stay. To
love or not. What fools indeed.
When death is on our shoulder
day and night waiting..
Like a thief he stole you on
a dark June night when even
the stars were asleep.
     There was no warning.
No second chance. No time to
bargain or barter the soul
for life. No time for us
to say goodbye. To weigh
the checks and balances to
say I loved/hated you at
times but that I always
cared. Still I guess some
things are known without being
said. Some things are known
between the living and
the dead.