Rehashing Old Conversations
You are a terrific slug, a sloth, unhurried, unmoved.
I cannot sit around here any longer, so I am gone.
I have dancing, skating, sledding, and living to do.
You want me to become a couch sitter, but it is not to be.
I have so much living to do, I cannot be pulled down into this mire.
If you want me to help you shake out cobwebs of apathy,
If you want me to inspire you to bungee jump or climb a mountain
Call me. I have left my number on this calling card.
But do not call me to gripe and moan, or rehash old conversations.
Do not pretend you are going to go to a concert or a play,
But then cancel too late for me to find anyone else.
I love you, but I am pulling my sandals out of this quicksand
So I can run toward my destiny and live an enthusiastic life.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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