eric sundin

Am a wreck in howling storm:
My old knees bit stiff to fold
poor heart runs chilled & warm
wrinkly hands too cold to hold

With ears worn thin and wary eye
I observe Life’s mystery:
Us humans (although we deny)
do hatch our own misery!

In a next life lets apply prudence
as well as ‘uncommon sense’ shrewdness

edited 06/04/24 1715