Yardsticks

I’ve gone the whole nine with friends and acquaintances of mine but they’re now past the point of no return,
I settle my differences these days with long walks across the
bridges I have built.

Things get old as I too have gotten older and my eyes strain to hold onto the things I have seen,
that eye of the needle better be pretty fukin awesome and then some if I’m to pass through it,
but in fairness
I think I’ve given a fairly accurate rendition of the human condition, flawed, ignored, abhorred and loved.

I’ll be saved and probably in that museum of curiosities, monstrosities, and relics

© 2020, John Smallshaw.