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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