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for every good day
there is at least one
when the toads don’t sing

for everyday that my joints don’t ache
there are 100 when they do
I forget to count
I lose track
the gray matter behind my eyes
consumed elsewhere
in a series of control-alt-delete moments

Wallstreet, Penn Ave
shitstorms fly
while I look for a mitzvah
paid for in grace
on small streets

the music stops
I grab a chair
all I know to do,
is one thing at a time.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2020


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  1. Ah yes indeed tgere come a time as aging dictates we do have to grab that chair and sit
    Happy Sunday. Stay safe

    Muchđź’šlove

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  2. It's the only thing all of us can do, go through one day at a time... hoping that at some point the not-so-good days are overtaking for better ones. The alternative involves too much screaming, I think,

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  3. I too try to find the small blessings each day to make our current situation more bearable. I'm lucky that I can count a fair amount of good to make me forget the bad every now and again.

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  4. It all feels like musical chairs. Love the control-alt-delete moments line.

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  5. Wait... you have days that your joints don't ache? You is lucky!
    Love this fine work.

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  6. Getting older somedays isn't much fun. The music stops, you should walk slowly to your chair, see who might want the next dance. I remember those days well.
    ..

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  7. It is so frustrating not being able to run or jump or do so many things I used to. However I am pleased I can still write, laugh and share my life with others still. Enjoy your life Audrey, especially your writing!

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  8. I really feel this poem. It's all we can do.....the best days are when the toads sing.

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  9. As someone with a body that doesn't always cooperate, I resonate with this poem.

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  10. I’ve started that countdown too, Audrey, and you’ve captured it well, everything in your poem is familiar – except for the toads, as we don’t seem to have any round here. Even the frogs and newts disappeared a few years ago. I especially identify with the ‘control-alt-delete moments’!

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  11. Yep, so much we can't do as we age.

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  12. Oh this is brilliant- I love the opening and the movement that follows!

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  13. What you do know how to do is use language / craft poems superbly. In this realm you dance with intricate precision that looks like flowing ease.

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  14. Wallstreet, Penn Ave
    shitstorms fly
    while I look for a mitzvah
    paid for in grace
    on small streets

    Poetry doesn't get much better than that, my friend. Your poetry is a physical force.

    Blessings always!

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  15. And with each new day, sunny smile, and a poem that rhymes we can get through these tough times.

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  16. Yes, one day at a time. Yesterday all I could do was cry. Today I'm focusing on the sunlight outside my window. It's all I can do.

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  17. This is so wonderfully written. I love "control-alt-delete" moments and I deeply understand sometimes searching desperately for a mitzvah. It's so true..."one day at a time."

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  18. to do one thing at a time. i so felt the sincerity in your poem there. great write!

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