Yet More Words

 

Let’s prime the brain pump

and get today started with

a few words.

First I need an idea, a notion

about what I would like to say.

Shall it be fact or fiction for me,

perhaps a poem, could be

an essay. Who can say?

Yesterday online, I submitted a

written piece and some of my

photographs to a literary journal

in hopes of having them published.

It has been my experience that

chances are my offerings will be

summarily rejected. But I decided,

what in hell, why not? I’ll give it

another shot.

It’s getting to be late in the game

for me anyway. And lord knows

when I was younger I had more

piss and vinegar, much more

energy for such things.

Others have tried hundreds of

times with little or no success.

Nonetheless, in my waning years

I might as well give ‘em hell.

Got nothing better to do anyway.

Why, just coming up with some-

thing to say makes my day.

Life is a numbers game or so

some will claim. And after I’m

gone all those pictures and words

from me or anyone else shall go

up in flames. Words anyway,

just a waste of time?

For instance, “Will you marry me?”

I submitted that request several

times over the years. And the

results never did work out that

well for me.

So, here I sit alone at age 76, and

for me after all the words I had to

say (published or not), they got me

here to the end anyway. And by

god, believe it or not, things pretty

much turned out to be okay.

                     -30-

Chris Hanch 4-17-2023