Doctor Grandma

Painfully,

I open the book

to Chapter 6,

the only one of 12

for which I have

no notes,

Resolve to get through it

before reading through them,

to prepare for the final

I have yet to take,

though in reality I know

my heart is elsewhere,

trying still to avoid

the summer that is past,

in order to change

the future,

Yet,

what’s past is past,

today is today,

and tomorrow never comes,

All we can do to prepare for it

is to strive,

to act,

and to pray,

All we can do

is accept where we are,

be happy for this day..

cfblack  08-08-15

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