694 Commentary on Jack and Morgans bucket list 7-16-17 (see search box)

I know where every bathroom is
in every Lowes, Sunoco, Shop Rite and Pizza Hut
in a thirty mile radius
from my recliner.

I know my daily dose of Tamsulosin
is not always effective
and that the typical rumbling timpani
of an expanding fart-to-be
may be
the prelude to a more
solid symphony.

I know that what happened
back when I was fifteen.
(sometimes ignited by the sway
of a passing summer skirt
or
merely an unconscious synapse
in my testosterone bathed brain),
so often –
as to be ignored,

is now an

EVENT!!!,

a gift from those giggling gods
standing erect
in the Olympus grandstands

that never,

regardless of the mechanism,

ought to go unrequited!

I know that not every
twinge or wince or stumble
is the stop sign
on my life’s journey to buy
a six inch bolt
at True Value Hardware.

But one

might

be,

never-the-less,

the blinking yellow caution light
at the next intersection
down the road a bit,
warning
that this days ordinary chore

just may be

the last.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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