February 12, 2026Poem
I haven’t much
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I haven’t much
To say
About ennui
I lost the words
To lassitude
Frittered them away
On hot nights
Tossed them out
Dashed them against the wall
To see if they would stick
Few did
All were
Wasted like seeds
On hard ground
A frog sang acapella
It was mournful
Despairing at the lack
Of starlight
The rage of loneliness
Lost in the dark
With a sore throat
Fresh water long since gone
Trying to find
A way
Back home
Bring me to the light
Feed me a line
We are all suckers
For a sob story
Unless we have our own.
Women,
Stereotypically,
Have more complex
Motives than men
Who often
Only care
About empathy
When it suits them
Is that really true
Does it matter?
There is no time
To replace
What is lost
Even the frog
The fish
In the pond
And the dog
Next door
Have enough sense
To live in the moment