Lovely July

Sages of various stripes agree that, throughout life, we all
Must suffer.  Hunger, cold and heat, and loneliness, and also
Enmity afflict us, and, though they assert they discovered
The means to free themselve from suffering, they didn't.  They
Remained trapped, and so do we.  In my case, I suffer now 
From rotten blood, anemia.  I'm very tired all the time, and often
I am out of breath.  The grandkids and their parents show up
Almost daily to trash this place, and, lately, our niece from 
Seattle has come.  She's very dull and immature.  These 
Manifold sources of torment ought to have filled me with 
Misery, but the weather's been splendid, a balance of spells 
Of savage heat and pouring rain.  The plants and trees are 
Lush and green.  The pool stays full.   The water's warm.  
Though I easily could complain, I mostly don't.  I shake 
My head, instead, and marvel.  It's been a lovely July. 





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-07-15 at 00:46

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