Getting On by Wattsnan_poetry

I am getting on with my days.

I push a cart
through the grocery store
put gas in the car
not much more.

Insignificant tasks now
challenge my patience.

But…

I am getting on with my days.

Not a good one?

That’s okay
there will be another.

Oh God another!

And the mailbox seems
so far from the door
my mind is weighted with,

What for?

The what if's
What now
When?

But…

I am getting on with my days.


Getting On...
(C) Wattsnan_poetry

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