It is different - there’s an accountability where we’d
always find ways to break th’ monotony; tho I try to
keep it balderdash & covenant-free, we all’ve aged
beyond those pernickety premeditations anyway
Today’s frustration is things not yet done weren’t th’
culprits for feeling estranged - or lacking motivation,
that came on a different track - why’d we wrack our
brains trying to keep things the same as they were
Either we accepted reality it matters to no-one but
those rank-&-still-pestilently-adhering pieces of our
former selves or we move on to the more pleasant
fields beyond - and it really doesn’t get any easier
So, if and when the tallyman comes, we’ll have no
need to answer for untended pieces of th’ past we
left in its own jeopardy - and he won’t ask; so their
answerability’s no longer a reason for being aged
That answer’s at least a sage’s reasoning …
© 28 April 2016, I. D. Carswell
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