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POEM: Verily he doth give up

Verily he doth give up

But not forever.

Repeated punches to the gut
either toughen those muscles

or make you think about
getting out of the way next time.

I’ve never been one for dodging.

Maybe I’ll turn out like one of those
iron-crotched guys in a 70s kung fu movie.

I’ve lowered my goal to
“poop in my own toilet”
so it’s getting easier to imagine reaching it.

The elderly folks and I wave at one another
as we circle the mall.

When I write it all down like this,
everything seems fine.

/ / /

18 February 2022
Colonie NY

Published in My poems Poetry

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