Saturday, March 25, 2023

Pathwise pound.

I'm not sad or mad at any of this! 
Just trying to get through each day,
one time - without some pileup of age
to drag my steps all dogged and bowing
behind. Is that so fair? 

Am I right? It's is but just so. 
Fair as life. Call a spade, man
- dig! You never know

what fits a given hole,

'til you step out across one. 

In you go. Hold the applause, first 
please. I was not finished. My breath 
- I held it. That's why I'm still here, 
I suppose. Walk on, carry a little, 
shovel a lot and who knows what?

Could happen so much

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