I’m good, I’m great.

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(Though of course at my age I carry some baggage.

There’s a lot of life behind me, some death,

There is pain that gives pleasure, and pleasure that gives pain,

A lot to be grateful for and some cosmic injustices.

There are mornings when I wake with a smile on my face,

Others with tears streaming, nauseous with guilt and pain.

I face the days, sometimes with a spring in my step,

Sometimes my limbs dragging themselves until habit takes over.  

There are days with so much energy that nothing is too much

And those hours when my brain aches with effort,

There are times I’m so present I see every leaf

And times when I’m with those many I’m missing.)

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So yeah, I’m good

        …….. and how are you?

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Kampala, 2019