Born Again

It’s that tired adage about old dogs

unable to learn new tricks. Mostly

these days in my old age, I con-

sider myself lucky if I can maintain

what I have for another day.

Seems a good day is one which

comes with the fewest losses,

inside and out. The obituary for

this day anyway does not include

me or anyone in close proximity.

That my friends, with the advance-

ment of time, is comfortingly sublime.

Ah but for today, even though my

thoughts and prayers remain the same,

I am born again, renewed enough to

endure the pain.

And I am satisfied by the wagging

of my dog’s tail who relies upon

me to keep on the same for yet

another day.

                    -30-

Chris Hanch 6-10-2020