Sitting in my place, Sunday, 8AM,
staring at a blank page, considering
what to write today.
Any ideas? What have you to say?
How’s life treating you, anyway?
Oh me, for the present, the time being,
I’m situated old and gray. That’s okay
as things go, you know, given my
waning physical capabilities and
advancing age.
Posted some of my photos from past
days on Facebook. As for me, the
future holds hope that I can maintain
with the faculties in me which remain.
Why is it that most books wind up with
a blank page at the end? I’ll leave that
for the publishers to explain. Has some-
thing to do with even and odd numbers,
I suppose.
That’s pretty much sums it up—
just the way life goes, even days
and odd. And at the end, blank,
there’s nothing left to say.
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Chris Hanch 7-2-2030
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