A Dog's Life, and an Aging Man's

It's warm here in the afternoon sun. I've no worries
To speak of, also no plans. I'm the picture of stasis
As I close my eyes, a hollowed out creature who
No longer finds even liquor compelling. I've given
Up books, and music, all I used to do. Nothing strikes
Me as worthwhile now, except poetry. Oh, and
A place in the sun.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-11 at 00:33

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At least there's poetry. And a place in the sun. Two of the things I can live for.