by matthew scott harris
(schwenksville, pennsylvania)
upon waking every morning
I offer silent benediction for the ability
to revel with full faculty
of this aging body still going strong
where ability sans enjoying the simple pleasures
available thru bodily senses
plus relishing memories before daughters took flight
at their self propelled Kitty Hawk in my nonsensical mien
worth more than money can buy
yet of course if I did happen to be a lucky lottery winner
that could definitely relief some anxiety and allow
me to breathe easy, yet could never do justice
pitted against robust body, mind and spirit triage.
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