Because I suffer from fatigue and a blood disorder which makes it difficult to concentrate,

this is my first poem since January 2022!  (Three years and seven months to be exact).

I am sorry it is not one of my best, but I can assure you it is written with heartfelt emotions.  

Ha, ha.

FIGHTING FATIGUE

I want to walk and not stumble,

Talk and not mumble,

Sprout wings and fly away...

Praise the Lord every morning and

ask Him specifically for strength

for the brand new day.

What can I do to fight fatigue?

I haven't got a clue!

All I know for certain is 

I shouldn't be bothering you!

Should I use a pair of boxing gloves

and sock it on the jaw?

Or, slit it's throat and watch it

slowly bleeding on the floor?

Should I turn my back upon it

until it feels forlorn?

Or, keep brooding on it

all night through to the dawn?

It is making my life so difficult,

but I'm plodding on more or less.

Though, through it all I can truthfully say

it's not stolen my happiness.

I want to walk and not stumble,

Talk and not mumble,

Sprout wings and fly away...

Praise the Lord every morning

And always, always receive HIS

Strength for the brand new day.

August 2025