Desultory Serendip – just a piece of poetry

Almost Six Years

Sometimes I wonder

Other times I wander

Or else I ponder

– not that it’s a bother –

Why it is we suffer…


No pain, no gain … at the gym

Pain et vin at Le Cuillere

With the mussels and the duxelles

And bananas and ananas,

Wishing for the painted wall to be replicated

Down Tambobo way, yes!


But in the end, the suffering means little

Just a bump here and there

Or a slow grind for the decaf.

We dance and sing in the sun and rain

Like raisin and nuts looking for M&Ms.



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