Wait and See (a game of words)

I am a different man than I was yesterday.

Inevitably things change. Some days I find

Myself formed anew by that which I feel

Compelled to say. Yesterday, in memories

Retrieved, I was a child at play; Today, thus

Far in reality, I feel old and gray by in large

Due to a plague of arthritic pain exacerbated

By an acute onset of advancing age. I do on

Occasion have those days where I choose to

Cherry-pick text from a tree of ripened vocab-

Ulary, yet fail miserably to state the proper

Position of my abstract reasoning. Some days

Are portrayed in darker shades of fear and

Rage; others are colored brightly in joy and

Tranquility. But that’s just me, fraught with

An ever-changing reality. Today, I am at a loss

As to who or what I shall be. And after I finish

With this retrospective of absurdity, I shall refrain

From any further notion or possibility. I’ll wait

Patiently for some proper inspiration to propel

Me into the next me I could be. And with a

Mixed bag of hope and trepidation, you and I

Will just have to wait and see. I suggest we

Pray for the best. I’ll try to avoid uniformity.

Chris Hanch 2-8-17