Why not
Why not get caught up?
With the everyday chores, I fought,
especially household ones, I thought.
I have gotten old, and the effort came to naught.
Why not start the date scene since I’ve become a widow?
But the loss has made me a hippo.
I am set on my way in my interests and passions, ditto
mindset. I love my space, peace, and quiet, kiddo.
Why not learn to adapt?
Exploring new hobbies for the handicapped.
My phone, a piece of technology, was lost to a woman inapt.
Lost at what buttons to push. A joke—I’m trapped.
Why not seek rhythm and balance
or maintain personal interests of my talents?
With vertigo and a phobia of people, I’m always unbalanced.
I cannot even try to replace and hang a new valance.
Why not? I can go on
a list that goes on and on.
I yawn.
Ditto.
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