Power Ball, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Odds are certain that someday
You number will come up
A call for your final curtain

It could be a heart attack
It could be a stab in the back
It could be a deadly wreck

It could be a deadly bacteria
It could be choking in the cafeteria
It could be cancer from smoking

It could be drowning while surfing
It could be a slew of things
Then off to heaven so they claim

“They’re in a better place”
Then why the tears on your face?
I don’t understand

Their number was drawn
Now they are gone
They won the Power Ball

So why are you crying at all?
They are at the cosmic ball
To a fancy soiree they’re call

This logic becomes even more absurd
If a murder has occurred
If they are ‘in a better place’

Then the offender should get an award

I can tell you the real reason why
And it isn’t a a super hero in the sky
Evolution is the why

It reminds us of our own mortality
When we observe others fatality
It also reflects our evolutionary empathy

We don’t like being in pain
To inflict on others
Benefits no gain

Real psychiatry, real psychology
Real neurology, real biology
Are why nobody wants to win

That Power Ball.