Regarding promises, now
inoperative
Or shared dreams flouted
Via fool me follies
The young and dumb
being that rule of thumb
because
What’s nefarious is reserved
for the weathered and withered
Wise
Why?
You tell me
Maybe?
We relish seasoning
The zest of our suffering
In salting the earth
With the piquancy of
our derelictions
I really thought this was going to be about the growing obsession with pickleball
But it was. Like in approaching the net.
Ohhhhh….👍