It
has come to this—in my old age as each day
passes,
I pray for no changes to be made. Keep
everything
the way it is, good and evil remain
stagnate
and in place. One day like another,
consistency,
I pray. As long as nothing new
knocks
at the door, as aging forgets the elderly,
I
suppose I will not crumble under the weight,
and
everything shall remain the same as it was
yesterday.
I can deal with such pain as long as
my
cane which keeps me upright does not fail.
I
may as well believe in horseshoe and four leaf
clover
luck. I realize my prayers today will go
unheard
for the slippery slope the world is on
is
bound to quake and shake us all to our senses.
Dogs
know better than to believe in miracles.
I
have a Chihuahua who recently turned 18-years
old.
He has survived all that time, older than
most
canines go, without a prayer ever being
said,
without a rabbit’s foot or a pocket or belt
loop
to carry one. If his poop is regular and on
time,
I consider both of us lucky. No changes
so
far have been made today. For the moment
at
least, none I can see to interrupt either him
or
me and our current state of being. Good boy!
Chris
Hanch 9-15-19
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