Today, by midnight, I’ll score two hundred hits.
This day, two hundred days on, I’ll be a something
that is older than the something that I am today.
And then?
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019
Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
200: A Silly Poem
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inSilly (Not Savvy) PoemsTags:200, ageing, author, blogger, freelance, getting older, immeidate gratification, journalist, older, poet, this day, today, two hundred days, writer
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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. View more posts
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