I sometimes wonder whether

I spend my time wisely

Or whether I squander it on fripperies

Of action.

What is of best value

Trekking the contours of a newfound adventure

Unlike your feet bleed but your heart is full


Listening to the still body echo

The tiny repeating call of my bones

And listening


And heeding it.

Respecting it.

Hating it. But


2 beers

90 photos

60 minutes

And counting.

All adds up

To enough?

I have no answer


But, I have a thought. A verse. A mark.

And a life.

I will always have this life.

I rest my case.


One response to “Parsimony”

  1. Reblogged this on Young Parkinson's Network and commented:

    I thought this poem might resonate with others…id love your thoughts


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