I spend my days in my apartment alone.
Generally I write in the morning, drink
my coffee, smoke my cigarettes, listen
to music and write.
Most days I come up with something
to say; some days not. Used to be on
those times when I had noting in par-
ticular to write about, I would draw
cartoons about things and situations
which amused me.
But due to the onset of old age tremors,
I can no longer hold a pen steady in my
hand. So, on those mornings, unable to
draw and with nothing interesting to say,
I post previous artwork, my photography
and poetry on Facebook.
I have taken a lot of photographs in my
time, shots of places traveled, people I
have known and strangers who happened
to interest me. Got to thinking about the
past and all those people, many of whom
have passed away, those known to me
personally and all of the unknown. Since
many of those photos were taken over
quite a long period of time, I am supposing
many of the older folks back then are more
than likely gone.
Then, there are those with whom I was
acquainted or familiar with I know for
certain have passed away. It makes me
feel somewhat sad yet gratified to re-
post pictures of the departed.
And then I am reminded of my advancing
age, knowing my day of reckoning too is
rapidly approaching. And one day not too
far in the future, no more lonely mornings,
no more coffee and cigarettes, no more
posting of photos on Facebook, and even
fewer folks to remember. Best opine about
it while I’m still able.
Come to think of it, something new—
this is likely to be the first and last time
I will have chosen to use the word, opine.
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Chris Hanch 8-6-2023
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