During my second week at the Meadows Farmers Market, I had a few people who wanted a poem. The first was a volunteer at the event named Pam. Her neighbors, longtime friends of hers, had recently moved to Florida, where they’ve faced a number of things go wrong with their new house and had someone smash into their car, totaling it. She wanted a poem to let them know they aren’t alone and that they will make it through these challenging times.
THE LIVES WE IMAGINE
(yeah, I misspelled it in the original)
The lives we often live
are not the lives that we imagine
as much as we might plan
the unexpected happens
sometimes it feels like life’s a test
and we don’t have the answers
it can seem like life’s a gamble
and all we take our chances
and when things don’t work out
the way we thought they would
and things do not unfold
the way we think they should
the temptation comes upon us
to be sad and to be depressed
for all we wish to make of life
it seems we just make a mess
but we always need remember
but there’s a mystery to life
we don’t know why we must face challenges
or go through so much strife
we may never understand
and there’s nothing too into it
but as long as we still feel love in our hearts
we’ll have others to help us through it
