A comment and some brief poems
I think it is ‘odd how you can get testy at times with relatives you love for no other reason than explaining unjust things that may have happened. Anyway, three new poems.
1) “Palliative” by yours truly
Palliative care
In middle life.
Oh, the anger,
Oh, the rage.
“Take care of yourself.”
But it depends what that means.
“53” by yours truly
53 cents left in your bank account.
You’ve gone broke, no joke.
Look bloke:
Matter the dollars?
Mater Dolorosa
“Grey/White” by yours truly
Thought for a while I had grown
A pretty big grey beard,
But the hair is mostly white.
Does that mean I am wise
Or stupid?
Alright,
Stay bright tonight.