A Test Every Day

In life, we are given tests every day.

In grade school tests were given once

a week or so. I hated those days,

anxiety, sweaty palms, squirming in

my seat. What I knew, and for the

most part, what I did not know

would be revealed.

On those tests, I did manage somehow

to pass on occasion, but barely. My score,

however, was usually so low as to make

me look and feel the fool.

As an adult, although no one but I am

keeping score, I still dread those tests

every day when I need to pass putting

on my socks in pain, and struggle to

make it across the room.

Thus far, I have managed to make it.

I’d give myself a passing grade having

poured the coffee, taken the dog out

and settling into my chair.

Now I can tune in the music, sip my

brew, read, write and smoke a cigarette.

My gold star reward and a grade “A”

for effort goes into the record book

for my mental posterity.

Remember when you were a kid and

the teacher gave you high marks for

effort if she knew you tried your best?

In my old age days, all my grades are

assessed for effort. As long as I make

the grade, I consider my ass is safe

and secure for yet another day.

                     -30-

Chris Hanch 6-1-2020