May 22, 2020

Expectations and Realities

I expected to become a cantankerous old man,
and was looking forward to sharing some vile.
It's a dilemma, part of me would enjoy the party
but then along came bodily ills to remind my reality.

I did not know much about patience, but I am learning.
This is not a poem. Wait! Shit, the biscuits are burning.

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