It’s easy enough to plod along
The path I’ve plodded along now
For years and years and years
It’s a comfortable road clear
Of brush slow graded curves
Not too steep anywhere
But not much new to see which
I haven’t seen before today
Or before the before of today
The flowers are lovely this year
As they always are in spring
Yet such pleasures aren’t enough
I no longer care to walk here
It’s too easy to die here
(April 7, 2017)
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