We all think about it at some point, don’t we? The purpose of our lives, the time we spend at work – all the things we miss out as we while away the times doing a job “that makes us happy.” Perhaps it’s become more prevalent in my life as I watch my son grow, wonder what important things about his life I have missed. There are moments when I notice the aloneness that has crept into my life. When I wonder if someone will enter my life who can hold my interest and I theirs.
Are we more than just a life of errands? Do we long for more than providing what others need? Do we only await to embrace our next commissions?
For the fourth poem, I have chosen Leonard Cohen’s “A Life of Errands.” I hope you enjoy it.
Chapin City Blues 