Sometimes I have amnesia,
It’s all rather new to me,
A cognitive holiday,
Where I’m drinking by the sea,
A long vacation,
From my monotonous working life,
And deserved relaxation,
From suffering, pain and strife,
Oh,
I do wonder sometimes,
How I manage to cope,
Plodding along through life,
With barely any hope,
But then I think of my mindful wonderings,
And feel amazingly great,
And I realise life’s too short,
To feel nothing but contempt and hate.
Pippa XXX
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