Infancy
and ignorance eventually grew me into a
skeptical
wise-ass maturity. Even bad choices and
mistakes
I’ve made unwittingly got me to the old
and
infirmed grouch I turned out to be. In my prime,
from
the floor up, I measured by the inch an admir-
able
length of six-foot, three. Today, I stand shrunken
and
withered considerably, endowed with all this
wisdom
yet far less fit physically with my limited
and
waning capability. Even though the age-old
rebuke,
“Grow up,” no longer applies to me, and in
my
irreversible condition, that affords me little conso-
lation
or relief. These days I find the lines of my life
sensibly
rhyme sometimes, and sometimes not. And,
as
for those touted “endless possibilities” thrown about
all
too liberally, those likewise no longer ring true for me.
Give
me my recliner, some Beethoven and a good book,
and
I’ll shut the hell up.
Chris
Hanch 9-29-18
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