Standing there in the gloom
Of an average Belfast day
I watched my mum on her knees
Holding his head, in such a way
As to become a temporary
Skull and skin
A vain attempt
To hold it in
His blood, his brains
Blood that was pissing out his veins
You're never too young to see death
You're never too young to die
For life is just a happening
That happens for a while
I don't know if he had plans
I found out later he had a wife
Like i found out later he had died
Ran out of blood, ran out of life
I must admit it bust me
It bust my teenage mind
He was just a chimp in a uniform
In the
Wrong country
Wrong place
Wrong time
Even if you mean the world to someone
That doesn't change the world
Doesn't change the way it works
This existence into which we've been hurled
I know that I learnt something true
Something I could not forget
That life is a bit of a gamble
If you choose to bet, or not,
It matters none
You're in it for a while
And then you're gone
You're never too young to see death
You're never too young to die
For life is just a happening
That happens for a while
Yet it seems I'm only betting
With the small change of my soul
Hedging bets, never getting
The diamonds from the coal
Or enough oxygen from the air
Breathing with these asthmatic lungs
Knowing everyone else's lyrics
Not singing my own songs
It's like the hurled-ness
Was freewheeling
But I put the brakes on
To slow it down, to get control
To halt the march of dawn
And the dawning of a feeling
That my day would also come
And yet, that wasn't the lesson
That I'd learnt that painful day
About how no meaning or sentiment
Can make death sway
Or make life stay
That's just not the way it works
Even if to god you pray
Or if you read those holy books
You're never too young to see death
You're never too young to die
For life is just a happening
That happens for a while
So, do you lay your cards on the table
And give it all you've got
I still have not decided
Carefree, is something I am not
Or was not taught
Too busy hanging on
But I was not the one who fought
Hard battles to gain ground
Instead I built a cross on a hill
To which I'm nailed and bound
With the nails and ties of fears
Speared in the side with loss
This is life in permafrost
You're never too young to see death
You're never too young to die
For life is just a happening
That happens for a while
The brave-hearted warriors say
That death comes to us all
And i wish I'd learnt the lesson
To live my life with balls
To live it with bells on
To sing loud my songs
To bleed out these poems
To stay up till the dawn
To know I'd sucked life dry
And gnawed it to the bone
So that if tomorrow brings my end
I'll be happy to let it come
So here's a toast to living free
To nurturing my own ebb and flow
To giving less of a fuck about shit
For this is what I know
That you're never too young to see death
You're never too young to die
For life is just a happening
That happens for a while
About the Creator
Ricky McQuillan
Belfast-based singer and scribbler. Born in 1977, journaling since I was a fifteen, did a degree in Philosophy in my late 20s, but since then, have mostly been reading Psychobabble, and blogging
https://rickymcquillan.blogspot.co.uk/
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