922 Was The Last Time The last Time? 08-06-2020

I have arrived
at that old-age
enough to fret
whether the last time
I did – x –
will be
the last time I do – x -.
Not so much,
because of that inevitable, final, total,

“The Big X.”

any one of the little x’s
in the conglomeration of doings
constituting my life:

Eating spicy Thai
the night before
my Gastro-Guy
orders me to say
to such culinary delights.


Sprinting five flights of stairs
in the stadium grand-stands
without resultant knee-pain
and gasping for air.

Coming again?

Filling my HR-V
with Cosco-commodoties
and emptying it,
carrying gallon jugs
of Langer Mango Juice
from the garage
to the fridge.

Going-off… dry.
(Dad called it “Shooting Blanks”.)

Hearing whispers of harp-harmony
in the midst of a symphony
without hearing aids.

Hoping my coming
wasn’t just
a dream of going off.

Hearing something.

Coming or Going.



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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