Monday, November 21, 2022

305/365 - Ramshackle

 


My life is taped together
running on
a wing and a prayer
except I don't believe
in God
and my stilted wings
won't fly anywhere
but I plaster on
my gritty smile
and shuffle along
the pot-holed path
and I keep looking
for my turn-off
keep looking forward
No
don't look back

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