Rising to the Challenge
My plant by the window is drooping;
Don’t know if it’s thirsty or cold.
In the mirror, my body is stooping,
More obvious as I grow old.
The radio needed replacing;
The static was driving us nuts.
The search for a couch I am facing
Needs testing with hips, backs and butts.
The snow that just fell was a dusting;
The weathermen got this one right.
To the new year I’m slowly adjusting,
To survive our political plight.
If we challenge ourselves with some rhyming
In an ABAB type of verse,
Then from out of despair we’ll start climbing;
For uplifting, you can do much worse.
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