More About Change

There were times when some grand ideas

crossed my mind. And when those didn’t

come to pass, I considered what I might

change about the world within me? I can-

not afford to buy change, cannot mold my

body into behaving the way I wish it could

be. So then, what options are left for me?

Accept things the way they are, I suppose.

Fools will remain fools; gravity and time

shall continue their immovable ways. My

chronic arthritic pain will certainly not

abate. Don’t re-elect that incompetent,

hateful president, I admonish the pundit’s

commentary on TV. Democracy and the

Constitution as we have known it for the

past few centuries are doomed for sure.

And here I sit, the old dog no longer able or

willing to learn new tricks. The world and I

are screwed for sure. Mass shootings will

continue to plague society; war and terror

as a constant threat shall remain. Crumbling

infrastructure and climate change shall increase

at an alarming pace as Congress sits idly by.

What a woeful disgrace! As for me personally,

I can neither reverse my deteriorating capabil-

ities nor allay the rapid progression of old age.

What’s a pathetic and depressed pessimist such

as I supposed to do? I hobble on my cane into

the bedroom and open the top drawer of the

dresser. Should I, dare I even consider…?

What the hell...I reach for it anyway, and change

into the last clean t-shirt left to my name. What

were you thinking, dear reader? Perhaps tomor-

row, just maybe, I ‘ll muster the will and energy

that it takes to do a load of laundry. Change…

such a laborious undertaking these days. We’ll

have to wait and see how things go.

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Chris Hanch 2-20-2020