My Glass of Water

Here’s my rough draft for today, Sunday 06.21.26

My Glass of Water

Good or bad, happy or sad, right or wro – Ah Ah Ah!
Mustn’t forget the gray areas my teachers lectured on about,
Because things are never simply black or white.

I’ve forgotten so many of the golden-oldie songs of my youth.
It’s a hummed tune here, with heavy improvisation,
A lyric fragment there, lines filled out by imagination,
Words often nonsensically strung-together –
That used to make me smile –

Not full-on dementia now.  I’m somewhere in that in-between,
Riding the spectrum of age-related brain function decline.

To all my teachers, then, mahalo for hammering into me
The truth that gray areas do exist.

So, it’s the glass half-full for now, with hopefully
The tiniest possible hole at the bottom.