…….Day after day, I draw strength from yesterday. The bits and pieces that’s in life’s existences, that’s sheer instances of several experiences; somethings remembered become strengths, hence
The aptitude to stand strong in the face of life and it’s minions; convinced I will win. Today is but mere pieces of yesterday, anticipations come full circle, some hurt you, but they was anticipatable, not debatable almost inevitable inescapable, today is yesterday like the reflection of a child in his father’s eye, goodbye is hello to what must come, still not the total sum. I cough up blood is a prelude to what is to come, I still move with vigor, I figure, it’s in my mechanics, don’t panic, we’re suppose to sink like the titanic, life won’t leave you dragging old baggage. My soul has crossed it’s arms like obi wan, ready to drop out of existence in an instance, but I know I got life to live, souls to bless and test, I confess several games of chess. My ego is undressing, but it’s not in the total nude, that would be rude, can’t ignore the living, some of them are my siblings, with small chillens. Have to stay in character or get hung on life’s banister with no canister.
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what a seamless example
of 'stream of consciousness'
poetry
so much to unpack, such a challenging read
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thanks L.B. MeK,
My ego is undressing, but it’s not in the total nude, that would be rude, can’t ignore the living, This line is so true for those of us that are growing old. This was a very good read for me.
Thanks RL Randall glad you enjoyed it
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