
Midlife (019)
Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read
I’m a jumble.
Not a word puzzle.
Trembling,
feeling the press of time.
This old dog
will trick me every time.
Contentment tossed out the window
along with sedentary comfort.
Roller-coaster boarded
one way trip to nervous.
Except today
there’s an unexpected layover.
In why, or
How am I going to be?
Poem number 019 of 365.
