Not known
as the cleverest monkey in the cartload
but savvy enough to understand
that the road ahead
is a dead-end.

I ramble on
mostly to myself and find comfort
in the abstract.

The season is turning
and Spring is coming,
it usually does at this time
of the year,
I'm waiting for the Summer
which is waiting in the wings.

Still fighting against the war within
getting fatter where I used to be slim
but
it's six of one and a half dug plot against
me,
I am content.