I read
Obituaries.
Why?
They tell me the mysteries of lives,
Ways others found to cope with the unfathomable
Travails of being.
My angst is nothing when set against theirs,
It pales in comparison
As do my triumphs.

Others build bridges
Scale mountains
Write operas
Build empires
Open  vistas
Find cures
Right wrongs
Bred dogs
Bake cakes
Explore the skies
Reach for the stars
On and on and on.

And I,

Sip my tepid tea,

And,

I,

I read
Obituaries.