I
look at it this way,
had
I not been
burdened
and disabled
with
stiff and
arthritic
hips
relegated
to begin
my
days with poetry
to
write, I may be
compelled
to run
around
the block
instead
as a
fitful
exercise.
And
with each step
I
would surely sweat
with
a pounding regret,
leaving
my thoughtful
word
and metered verse
unaccounted
for
and
lost in a cloud
of
dust trailing far behind.
Chris
Hanch 2-6-19
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