Wednesday, 21 January 2026

CAN'T GET GOING (a poem)

I used to be so energetic,
now I've lost my vim.
I watch my son at play and think,
"I used to be like him!"

Daytime is a struggle
til I stumble into night.
It's like I've been defeated,
and I've given up the fight.

I wake up feeling tired,
when I go to bed, I'm beat,
and in the hours in between
I'm dying on my feet.

Life has got me flattened
to the point of giving in.
I took too many punches
on the bottom of my chin.

Everything's exhausting
and a pain - but here's the thing:
I know I'll get my levels back
as soon as it is Spring...

RC 21-1-26


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