MY DAY, a poem

          

         What is there

          to say

          nothing happens

          in my day

          Evenings are much

          the same

          no one else

          to blame

          Treasure pleasure

          in taking

          life’s measure

          ignore the aching

                   (Aug. 22, 2017)

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