vivre

not yet as impossible to

bear

not yet in a state of fear

and anxiety

though problems with

a roof over one’s head –

unbecoming dystopian –

if one wouldn’t come off

one’s comfortable seat and

act to face stark realities

in the real estate market

or

if that will fail

you have to fall back on

the goodwill of friends

who might be in a position

of such assistance

anybody would appreciate

wholeheartedly.

could you still manage

dear poet/ artist/ fellow

human being

to work up some

joie du vivre for the

last rounds

of your life?

vivre.erviv

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’20.

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