Sunday, February 6, 2022

The Poetic Way

 

Old age for me has arrived.


For the fortunate few or the


unsuspecting many, as the


case may apply, that happens


over time.



(I have seen my good days and


bad, relished the happy, endured


the bitter and sad.)



Having survived my labored and


oft times abusive past, the formidable


waning of physical abilities settle in.


My rousing days of adventure and


spontaneous meandering are over.


With the best of what’s left in me,


I sit now awash in my favorite tunes


with my computer alight, waiting at


the ready for choice poetic words to


arrive and dance across the page.



Dog nestled between my tired and


arthritic legs, I find no more glorious


way to spend the end of days.



                      -30-


Chris Hanch 2-6-2022

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