Old Codgers

Idleness fills his hours
as if time knows no limits

I devour moments, afraid
tomorrow will forget me

We see-saw between
treacherous righteousness
and fusty avoidance

Ignoring balance –
the sensible response.

(Written in 2019, I chuckle that little has changed. Image my own)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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