20211010.0430

Working to make sure that
Things are taken care of and I
Struggle onward despite doing
All too little
It is good that I
Face no harder tasks
Being barely equal to
What faces me now

20211009.0430

Wearing black
Both suit and tie
For cargo carried and never delivered
The other father uncertain
My own promiscuity known
Because I've taken in so many splatters from
So many sources
And if I haven't always enjoyed myself
I was always willing
But it would be nice for my own such splatter
Once in a while
To take another as I've been taken
I ever hope for such
But I continue to wear black

20211008.0430

Timorous and
Quiscaline and
Gelid and
Lugubrious
Words with little use outside
That to which I put them
Small toys I play with in
My own little games
Rules opaque to many
The league we few form does not merit betting
The wagers are already lost

20211007.0430

Well before the morning sunlight, I
Rise and shower and do the other things to
Put the prior day behind me and
Ready myself to face the new
And so much of what is new frightens me
But what has gone before is no source of peace
Afflicting me in other ways than fear as
I go about the business of the day
Each day
Timorously

20211006.0430

The clothes hang loosely anymore
Ragged and threadbare
Moth-eaten from years put away
But I have nothing else to wear
So I must put them on anyway
And go about the business of the day

20211005.0430

Once again
I make it plain
What I retain
From days gone by
And I still try
Not much to sigh
At what I don't

20211004.0430

Again
I get it
I hear what you say
I know what you mean
I see your point
I understand

20211003.0430

Strike up the band and send them forth
The blaring horns and beating drums
High-stepping marchers and twirling flags
And rifles and sabers thrown high
Lock-stepped procession following after
Where I and others have already gone
Looking back every so often and
Seeing ourselves coming again

20211002.0725

So it seems I'm late
On this late date
And I do hate
To be delayed
Apologize
To looking eyes
And so reprise
My verse parade

20211001.0430

There is never a shortage of things that need doing
There is always a shortage of workers to do them
Even when the bodies number enough
The tasks exceed what any one ought to be asked to do
But which they are always bidden do
By those who seldom bestir themselves to do