In April, I reach my forty-ninth milestone.
In April, I am already too young to be cost-effective.
In April, I celebrate my usefulness to myself.
In April, I become myself.
In April, I write and write and write.
In April, I blossom into a youth that is me.
In April, I am.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019
Image from Pixabay.com
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.
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