A limerick I’ve tried to write

But can’t get it down or tight

As much as I try

It’s week and dry

I give up, try as I might

I stand in the shower

My head against the wall

15” below the showerhead

Allowing the water

That could boil a lobster

To do it’s healing work

On my traps and back

That have been punished by

Way too much seat time

On the forklift

This week

And hours to come

On the ‘morrow

But the real truth

Is

That as the hot water

Pelts down on my body

The stress and frustration

Of the week

Disappears with the physical

I am one

Body, soul and spirit

When one is in distress

The rest of me follows

Suit

(I realize that this is probably unfinished

That several lines needed to be added

So some reasonable conclusion is

Reached

But at the moment

Those thoughtful

Lines

Escape me )

Time is both

Ethereal

And

Real

The passing of time is

Both

Real and

Unreal

It is at the

Same time

Mundane

And philosophical

And I am way to tired

Way to spent

Mentally, spiritual

And emotionally

To deal with it

Right now

But I

Must

Though thru the gloom

There is still a ray of hope

Though thru the darkest hour

There is still hope

When everything is black and hopeless

There is still a ray of light

Call me a fool

And you’re probably are right

Why

Oh why

Is it?

When I am at my lowest

Physically

It seems that my muses

Are

At their highest level

It seems that when strength evades me

My mind and the spiritual

Are at their

Apex

I will continue

To be

Who I am

I really have

No choice

Change is

Relative

Even if I do

Make

Major changes

In reality

I remain

Who I’ve always been

And to think that

I can be

What I’ve never been

Is ludicrous

In the days of my discontent

In the days of my disbelief

In the days of my sorrow

Misery, and pain

Still a sliver of light

A brief glance of hope

The smallest hint that

Better days are coming

Whether truth or fiction

I do not know

But I hold on to the

Slimmest thread

That tomorrow

Or one of the tomorrows

Will be better

Then today

(A prayer of hope…whether true or out of despair…I do not know)

I sit

At my computer

A fine glass

Of bourbon

Just inches from

My left hand

But my

Mood is

Less then

Good

It should be

All is well

Right now

But the crappy

Workday

Change that

Crappy workdays

Intrudes

And the only thing

To console me

Is the bourbon

And my cats

I truly need

A life

But have not the energy

To reconnect

My ex

Has

Soured me