Born lucky, I suppose,
Clean slate with which
to begin—arms, legs,
hands and feet, heart
and mind proportioned
appropriately.
Everything needed
to function and in place.
Then inevitably,
some sunshine in time.
torrents of rain followed
by pleasure and pain.
And, a direction and lessons
to learn—mind blowing,
ambiguous and unexplained.
A pinch of this and a dash
of that, added ingredients,
some bitter, some sweet.
With help, needing to
find and develop my
individual personality.
Fast forward, now
about to reach 76-years,
I turn over another new
leaf. Between now and
way back when, oh so
much to explain.
But got no vim,
vigor and vitality left
in my lifespan
which remains.
And most assuredly,
it’s way too late to start all
over again.
In summation, long story
short, I’ve either been there
done that or refused, neither
could nor wanted to do.
Wrote these final lines so
I didn’t end this here
dissertation of mine with
a preposition.
If memory serves me,
I learned that in grade school.
Suffice it to say, in my
lifetime not unlike the dung
beetle or pissant
in their respective domains,
there are certain traits and
characteristics,
anthropologically speaking,
which may have been
destined for me.
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Chris Hanch 4-1-2023
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