Ideas, Young and Old

When I was younger, more capable

and had an idea, I could pick up the

phone and make that call for change.

When I had youth on my side and

sturdy legs to help motivate me for-

ward, I could make an appointment

for the job interview which would

hopefully advance me in my career.

With an idea, muscular might and

energy which would unquestionably

obey, I could pick up saw and ham-

mer, remodel the dilapidated and

reconfigure the faulty which surroun-

ded me. With a pen and brush I could

draw and paint my perceptions, create

the fictitious and reality realms of my

desirous imaginings. I could shake,

quake and bake with boundless youth

and stamina to propel me. Ah, but then,

I never expected to outlive my physical

and motivational capabilities, to endure

with these old-age infirmities which

have over time grown to stiffen and

pain my every move. I find that it does

no good to gripe and complain. I must

accept that with each day in passing, I

am relegated to the same. And I should

say, given that conditions are favorable

today, I shall remain hopeful that I’m

still able to make it to the bathroom on

time. That is the main idea, anyway,

which looms precariously on my mind,

and clenches tenuously the flat and

unpredictable condition of my behind.

Chris Hanch 6-26-17