I
relish your care
I
savor your news; eagerly I frame my own
there
are many gadgets stealing my attention
distractions
too many to count
they
claim my day; they seduce my interest
evening
envelops me with quizzical whispers
where
had my day gone
I
frittered it away
under
the wind tossed sails of necessity
convinced
by must
a
deceptive habit
an
assigned routine
of
dominating purpose
I
am no slave to ritual
this
I am certain
yet
on occasion
I
must recall
my endearments
kindling smiles
possessed
of meaning
where
true as not
busily
spinning
life
effort
into make
believe.
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