Tuesday, July 26, 2022

TRIVIAL POEM

Every day, 
whether blue 
or gray, 

all you really have 
to do is 
continue: 

to rise, stretch, 
and ponder—to labor 
and meander.

Doesn't matter 
what you're doing—

old or new, 
bright or boring—

doesn't matter where 
you're going; there's only 
one way, 

and you cannot help 
but get there.

For life advances 
(with or without 
your best 

efforts
or consent) 

just by sheer dint of 
some numbers 
ticking over; 

and the best way
to get ahead 
of where you now stand

is to point 
in that direction

and take 
another step.