These days of mine are precious and painful.
I ache, you might say, in pitiful delight.
Arthritis limits me in physical activity; my mind
craves music and memories on which to feed.
These waning days of mine provide the best
and worst of times.
Excuse my borrowing a phrase from Dickens,
it gives my present days a reason to rhyme.
Pathetically disabled, yet some joy and solace in my
old age I am able to find.
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Chris Hanch 9-24-2021
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