Three Piffles


Alas, poor car, you did me no wrong.

If we forged a spiritual bond,

I broke it that February day.

Was I wool gathering or were his lights

out? No mind. Spilt milk. Misdeed done.

I never knew the freedom you brought

me until the day we parted on

Route 7.  Oh my Toyota Matrix

2003, how I miss you!  I’m sorry.



Out of juice, I have to say

this thirsty page before me lay.

The manhole cover is doing its job;

life underground remains in a fog.



I’ve got an itty bitty

Witty ditty

Just under my arm—

No harm,

but it’s pritty gritty!

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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2 Responses to Three Piffles

  1. rothpoetry says:

    Eighty Two Wow You are doing great! I hope I am as good as you when I get there!

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