Tho its been my theme for nearly sixty years,
my poem-a-day regime didn’t go away. While
way-back-when I’d just need t’ dream words,
not writing ‘em didn’t burn my soul as it does
presently - I’ve learned overarching memory’s
no safe depository of olden days; thus a safer
way’s t’ key willing hands to my MacBook Air
persuading their migration into iCloud space
So that’s where we face today’s realities; and
its like if I don’t write tonite, then I won’t have
the right t’ be - as if I’d ‘play’ someone else’s
role in such history; all I know’s that creativity
didn’t desert me whether I’m forgetful or not -
and to keep it, my sanity is the best I’ve got
© 28 August 2018, I. D. Carswell
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