1. Two Beats
2. Sonnet V.
The question has turned from how to why we
Bother to survive to breathe one more day.
There will be no house or children for me,
And the career has been tossed far away.
Existing to buy and use medicines,
To demand that doctors extend my life
Through testing and treating and vitamins.
I’m nobody’s mother and no one’s wife.
And yet here I am, living on the dole,
Writing sonnets to justify being,
Trying to ignore Old Age’s high toll,
The MS challenge of unplanned peeing.
I hope I just gave you a tiny laugh.
And found a way to pass an hour’s half.