Life is like
those dreams we have at night: sometimes we
Remember
bits and pieces; sometimes we forget the story
When we
awake. I have a foggy image of my past at best.
And the
rest? Well, I tend to fill in the blanks with fond or
Terrifying
shapes which add some drama for effect. Basi-
cally I got
here repeating boring routine—you know, eat,
Sleep, Work
and play. So today, my story (to hear me tell it)
Has been
injected with some hefty doses of interest. In real-
ity I’ve had
a few good meals, got some rest here and there,
Had a few
so-so jobs and played on softball and volleyball
Teams in my
younger more active years. All in all, with the
Dreams and realities not withstanding, I have managed to
Make it
here, living and breathing in the waning years of my
Old age.
You know how it is with dreams, the part which has
You dangling
on the edge of peril, and somehow you manage
To
awaken just before falling off the cliff to a certain death?
I suppose
then that life is about awakening over and over again
Each day
just in the nick of time. Dramatic, eh?
Chris
Hanch 8-21-15
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