The Sink Hole Sunk This Poetic Effort

What’s wrong with wearing pink-tinted glasses?

Face it—it’s hard today to walk without stepping in it.

And if you slip and fall—oh my!  If only our inner

compass could be depended upon, if our

creative urges could steer us thru the dark,

find the light.

Should we throw down our tinted lens and fight

the tarantulas?  The booby-trapped

life jackets? Don’t give in to despair they say, but

with luck my sword will slice thin air and not be

thrust back at me. The Drama Queen sits

beside her sister in tinted glasses, waiting for the

other shoe to fall.  Oh my.

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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