Nobody can know everything, only God can,
Yet the same God asked Adam where he hid.
But that’s none of my business,
Because everything happens for a reason.
And babies cry for a reason,
And seasons come and go, for a reason.
I love Carlos for a reason,
And he’s dad died in my father’s arms
For a reason.
Everything we do has consequence, intentional or not.
Good or bad.
And everything we experience comes with a lesson
Because experience is the best teacher.
Nobody calls you when they have everything,
Unless of course you are a part of that everything.
And almost everything is noise,
So whatever is important…love, friendship, family,
Should be kept sacred.
Everybody is somebody’s everything,
Nobody is nothing.
And everything that I write,
Is either for or about…
Because I love you so.
But of course, nothing gives me joy
Like good poetry
Because when all falls down