Admitting it isn’t easy, - and making no excuses
tames this runaway angst - yet even tho there is
no reason t' thank yourself for just trying t’ make
the grade, you succeeded; okay, our very empty
mail box meant walking there wasted that effort,
although it put you back on a track long thought
dead & bye-gone; and so, the jaunt said, you’re
exercising strong again, that’s a hip-hip-hooray
No deaf ears will be parlayed if you’re into doing
your bit to keep the fires burning, and you strive
diligently t’ repay times past merely treading the
mile t’ say I’m not giving into or away any of this
magnificent legacy; the day when the circulatory
deficiency’s remedied is now y’ wind o' change
© 16 May 2018, I. D. Carswell
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