Energy's deserted me and
my motivation motored off.

The nurse said,
give a little cough
and then she said,
all fine

well said I,
so there's nothing wrong
in the engine room, but why
am I tired all the time?

she chimed in with,
you need a little rest and all the rest that goes with it,
perhaps a tune-up at the clinic might help a little bit
she then produced a suppository that she said might do the trick, suddenly I felt better and you've never seen me move so quick.

It’s late April
spring is in full swing
bursting with life
the tree lifts its arms,
waves across the field,
its leaves full of light
flutter in perfect rhythm
with the wind.

The train is leaving the station
the years gathering toward my finish line.
Each season a child frantically
waving at his grandpa
as if to whimper
this might be the last time.