There
is only one thing between the
vigor
of youth and me, sixty-five years
of
uncertainty and lies. Now, here I am
at
seventy-one which leaves me with the
first
six years of life where I hadn’t a clue
as
to the possibilities out there ahead of
me.
Don’t feel sorry; have no pity, for you
see,
I’ve had more than my fair share in
getting
here. What more can I say should
by
chance I add the blissful uncertainty of
one
more day, or experience yet another cash
of
lies? I can say truthfully that I began my day
sipping
a bitter cup of coffee and reading
poetry
from Charles Bukowski. Hopefully,
this
will ably explain from where I’m coming.
Chris
Hanch 6-15-18
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