I’m having trouble coming up with today’s poem,
So I’ve decided to type some words
With the hope, if I string enough of them together.
They will start making sense.
Kind of the way some of us live,
Stringing days into years,
Putting one step in front of the other
So eventually you can look back
And see where you’re going
And how you got there
And tell if maybe you want to change direction.
But, if you keep going,
The worst case might be
You get enough to call it a life,
Or at least a poem.
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