(A Rainy Morning Poem)


I must face life

I’ve plateau-ed out

Yet learned to play ukulele

Does that count?


I’ve lost weight

Yet the scale is a lie

One unwelcome pound

Grins while I sigh


I’ve become forgetful

What have I read?

Yet I’m writing poetry

My soul well-fed


I rarely sleep

And often feel tired

Yet exercise daily

Sometimes feel wired


So I may have plateau-ed

In life and love

But each morning begins

With excited hope (sort of)


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)


IMAGE: Aging Apple






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