Birds forage
For fodder
For their bills

Bills on my desk
Mini ticking clocks
Have open maws

Well into seventh decade
I walk with pair of scissors
Snipping extraneous from life

Checks and balances, dripping
Time grains finally made me take
Stock, think, take drastic action

Fully committed to being happily serene
I’ve sanded off veneers, my inner is fully
My outer, fitting present mindset’s bill~

Have extracted ills from life’s bill
Now I am simply into the letter B mode
Born to be blissfully free~

*image is from internet*


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