Age, ages, what ages you?
Time, times, what troubles you?

Space, spaces on a blank page.
Face, faces, from rapture to rage.

If you can throw words like dark looks,
Put on paper and fill notebooks, emotion filled and colourful!

Writing is sorting your thoughts, like psychotherapy,
Without the couch or the cost, can you afford a puppy?

Fifty-two poems in fifty-two weeks, mostly direct,
a few tongue and cheek, through the life I trekked.

Look, looks at a mirrored image fractured,
Distance, distances, relationships manufactured.

Dimension, dimensions, superficial to beyond 3-D,
Life, lives, filled please until full, honest vulnerability?