There have always been those days, when I feel like
I am an old, dull knife, trying to
Cut through the realities of my days.

In my youth, even when I was at my lowest
Points;
I could have run rings around me now.

I was razor sharp back then, able to see
Connections and linkages in
Events.

Now, those things only come to me in
Flashes.
Inspirations that seem to inspire me.

Only to have the memories fade
With the oncoming daylight.
In triplets I see.

Triplets are in music, like they are
In life, three at once, divided
In three.

Each one equally divided,
Each one equal, yet
Separate.

And so each day I am divided, I can become a
Better man, Or I can slump back to my
Past self, a Bitter Man.

Each day is a choice, each day is a
Step forward or a step
Backwards.

Which one will I choose today?
I hope I choose well.

“Dull Knife”

^by
Jerry E Smith
©05/18/2021
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