Rain, snow,
blowing dust,
Searing
heat, blustery cold—
I have come
a long way
In all kinds
of weather.
I’ve painted
a few paintings
In my time,
considered
Better than
average,
But
certainly not worthy of
Masterwork
acclaim. I have
Written a
few poems too
About people
I’ve met,
Places I’ve
been, revealing
Observations
and attitudes
On any given
day.
I have
traveled internationally,
Lived in and
visited many
Places in
these United States.
No, I’m not
rich or famous
And in my
old age, I reside
With my two
dogs alone.
I have said
a few prayers
Along the
way for strength
And
guidance, but mostly
Something evolutionary
Has reminded
me
To breathe
in and out
Each day
with consistency.
Rain, snow,
blowing dust,
Searing
heat, blustery cold—
I have weathered
the years
Covering
long distances
To finally
settle down,
Living in my
own skin,
Stretched
over the aging
Bones of
where I belong.
Chris Hanch
6-27-15
You sir, have inspired me to share. I know what you mean about the paintings "being considered better than average." You are probably being modest. I believe I do many things well, but what is it that I may be truly exceptional at? Perhaps your poetry should be considered on even another level of better. As for old age, I would like to avoid that at all costs.
ReplyDeleteMost don't look forward to aging and the affects of the process. But I am grateful to have something left in me at this time to share. Have I told you about my arthritic hip lately? Thanks for listening, Matt.
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