There
are times when I think a lot.
You
know, about stuff which bothers me,
thoughts
of getting old and feeble,
thoughts
of no longer being able...
Who
will care for my dog if I…
What
if I fall and can’t get up?
What
on Earth will come of me?
I’m
not a rock or a star, not a flower,
the
ocean or a tree.
I
am what I have become; I have a brain.
Sometimes
have these thoughts…
What
a pain.
Flies
have a brains.
When
I think about it,
Sometimes
even they bother me too.
Where’s
that damn swatter?
-30-
Chris
Hanch 5-13-2020
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