The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for January 2021
death is not a poem
(apologies to John Lennon)
no
tomorrow
[no yesterday]
no choices
no chores
no
stores
no place
no memories
no rehearsals
no
waking
[to reality]
no solitaire
no
use-by dates
no growing
no shrinking
no watering
no
plans
no balances
no statements
no history
no
biography
no plot
no finale
no pictures
no priorities
no
perspective
no experiments
no results
no peeking
no
peace
no pain
[no gain]