This shoulder
It is some type of burden

This life
So strange

I visited a woman who has cancer today
She was in good spirits
A woman of faith

And as we walked in
Her cousin and her friend
Were just leaving

They were in their 80's I think
I bow to them as I shake their hand
They are the ones who have lived

And I'm living this life
And thinking about this life
And isn't it strange

It's just a shoulder
I know

I went to the physical therapist
And although they are even now
One is still larger than the other

And I write these poems
And I read my book on Lincoln
And the Shemitah
Is coming to a close

World economies in trouble
My gut feeling
Tells me a trying time
Is coming to this nation

These women they were probably
Born after the depression
And lived through World War II

I see my life unfold before me
Live with the heart
I have a caring heart

And I do love to share stories
With people

And that therapist
He was supposed to fix my shoulder
To make me symmetrical

Oh it's not a big deal
But it is to me
I've spent about 20 hours a week
In a gym
For the past 7 years or so

If you can't be comfortable
In your own body

Then you can't find someone
Because I feel akward
With this shoulder

It's not that noticeable
But it is to me

Talk about
"Shouldering"
A burden

And my Kenmore fan blows
And I hope I will have
Some work this year

And time goes on
And it is a journey
A journey

The stoic calm
Year of the Shemitah

Trying times
They are coming
I think
They are coming to America