Kaepernick Limerick

There once was a baller called Kap

Who sat down with his hands in his lap

While his teammates did stand,

To the ire of fans.

That's his job, which I'd say is a snap.

Life is Loss

Life's no prison, but a holding pen.

So many enter, and pass out again,

and so we struggle to make friends.

On people one cannot truly depend.

I had hoped you'd stay until the end.

Heaven—and life's nature—forfend!

But not everyone holds the pedal down,

Blowing, over the limit, through town,

and so I had hope that I had found

Someone not so elsewhere-bound.

One day, I looked up and you weren't around.

In expecting that you'd wait,

There's a truth that I didn't anticipate,

Learning it only once it was too late:

Some don't just leave; they accelerate.

Decades, it took, to remove the gloss,

To learn that at life's core is loss;

All the world's a ride, and that's the cost.