This morning’s amble with th’ Boss Lady had all the
trimmings of much favoured ambience we’re slaves
to; maybe as we don’t habitually stroll together, it is
our schedules playing their part, & saying this is the
way we’re supposed to be - rather than way we are
Well I can certainly see truth in the observation; I’m
a whimsy gist of the five-miles-a-day sort of guy I’d
used to be and there is no denying that she’s much
fitter of the two - & my affliction will take some time
for rehabilitation to rectify, so let it be tended today
With the proviso she makes the running her way; if
there’s something t’ be gained, it’ll spill off on me -
and Lord knows I need it; so, should we negotiate
the creation o’ priority for togetherness in, at least,
one walk a day, and privy to her expectations - I’ll
Be pleased t’ have motivation - & obligation, t’ try
© 28 April 2018, I. D. Carswell
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