SURVIVORS’ GUILT
By Tony Adams
Bravo 2/12
October 22, 2000
When I was young I had a chance to play a deadly game
No matter what the end result, my life would never be the same.
It was a game of life and death; the stakes were high indeed
I missed the finer points of it, because I paid it all no heed
I played the game quite often, not always happily
At each contest end I always won, striving to be free
It mattered not how well I played; I played to stay alive
No matter what the odds I could not take the dive
At my young age, I never asked or bothered to find out why
Some must live and play again and some must surely die
We continued to play the game; when the outcome was so clear
We played the game for keeps because it lasted but a year
The opponent was always death; he plays a bastard’s game
When you think you have him beat, he’ll always come again
What I did not understand when the game was finally done
No matter how many times I cheated Death, Death had always won
There eventually came a time when the game was set to play
I was prepared and ready but it was not my turn that day
He played quite well and hard and could have passed the test
He lost the game and then his life, his soul was sent to rest
Because he took my place that day and paid the highest debt
I know not why I was left alive and still living even yet
I could not change the outcome, so I buckled to the load
Through many years of ups and downs the truth was never told
As time when by I forgot the game and overcame the fear
I never really understood the cost of that one-year
It started out so slowly that I never really knew
The damage done and hidden to all but a chosen few
In later years I thought I knew and then I wondered why
Some were made to live and while others had to die
I came to hate the funerals for all the dying ghost
But it was the early dying that I hated more than most
I never feared my own sure death, it has always been a given
It was always my own living that I have never quite forgiven
I know not why the others died and I was left alone
But the load has gotten heavy as I make my journey home.
When people die before their time, it is always so unfair
But after several years or months no one really cares
It’s only when you think about the things they could have done
The battles they could have fought, the ones they could have won
I have had my share of fun and more than most could ever ask
Life has been quite good to me; it’s not really too great a task
But this last year has been quite hard for the game’s begun anew
It’s not the same game of old but the stakes are no less few
I’ve lost a loving mother and brother that was mine
One died at a grand old age, the other too short of time
I have no doubt that both have gone to a better resting-place
But there’s no one left here on earth to fill the empty space
My mother was an angel, the purist soul I’ve ever known
She never spoke ill of any; good seeds were always sewn
She was the glue that bound the bonds of a family often scattered
No matter what the crisis was, her love was all that mattered
He was the son of my mother’s sister, not really a brother to me
But as long as I live and breathe, a brother he will always be
We were soul mates from the beginning, over many days and years
I cannot bring him back to me, no matter the amount of tears
The ultimate game of life goes on where the end result is sure
It’s how you play the game that counts and helps you to endure
I’ve never quite forgiven death for the course that it has taken
Why some must live and some must die, the rest of us forsaken