Let’s say each day is the first day
and the last. Yesterday’s mail has
been disposed of in the trash.
The desk has been cleared and all
the chores have been done. One war
is lost, another is won.
That old barn leaned a bit too far,
and overcome by a weight too great,
it finally collapsed.
Ever wonder why some rebuild only
to wait for the next hurricane? (The
inevitable is always pending.)
You check the mail again today, and
another damn bill to pay. Yesterday
you were all caught up.
You had that old barn hauled away. It
shall always remain the first day and
the last. If not you, then who?
Always, someone will have to pay.
Chris Hanch 10-11-17
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