Since Dr S has restored
His ailing hip joints
The poet feels the starting
Of a new life.
Twice sent to deep sleep
And twice brought back
To life again.
Life’s good.
A new start in the beginning
His new Muse in the making
States that he’s lost weight.
Indeed when his rhythm
Of resting and walking has
Settled into an equilibrium
But as Mr T demands
His presence for being his pal
For a journey to Bratislava
His balance stops for two
Days.
But he plans for the third day
To be back on some trail
Through the Viennese Woods
Again.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.