Hang In There

HANG IN THERE . . .

. . . three simple words
can only be said
from an easy chair with
feet propped up,
toes in the air,
disguised in
concern and care.

Ears themselves don’t
know their meaning;
they sit on either end
of a complacent smile
or a simper grin of a
contended human being.

How well I know
‘hang in there’;
no easy chair for me!
‘Hang in there’ is a
perpetual thing,
demanding perpetual feats;
a command performance
of effort, every single
time. Not once a week or
twice a month, but every
second’s a climb.

How we take right now
for granted if
easy chairs could
only see how difficult
right now can be for a
‘hang in there’ like me.