I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: June 2024
I have never been this age before; that itself a reason for celebration
or concern. I suppose it depends on how you look at past days and years
and the many more to come. My mindset matters with all considerations
of what is going on nowadays with others as much as myself. Life is good.
Years ago, and I can’t specifically recall how many they were or how
many times, I wondered what it would be like when I was older.
I am now, but perhaps not as old as I thought, or as I expected, or
what I was thinking. What is old? What should it feel like? Why?
In a decade or so will I consider old to be what I am, or what I was?
What am if I do not question what I am, if not where I am, in the
grand scheme of life? It’s the way it should be, naturally or curiously,
as we question life and how we should be living. Shouldn’t we?
© 2024 j.g. lewis
Posted on June 11, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Hope
is a lottery ticket.
Chances slim, odds even
more unlikely, yet we pay.
We play,
we hope, like last week or
the week before.
Tomorrow, again,
is yet another chance;
a ticket purchased
speculative happenstance.
Always aiming for a win,
we gamble with our time
like it is a sin.
Dollars spent
defy common sense, as
we try again, and have
many years hence.
You cannot
predict when your
numbers are up,
guesswork or repetition
not nearly enough.
Still, we think,
in time, luck will step in,
but it is only the hope
that lives within.
06/11/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on June 10, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
within the company of others
we navigate space
between now and then
choosing where we go
and with whom we travel
at times it gets crowded
and still seems lonely
otherwise comfortable
on our own
companionship makes
the journey worthwhile
06/10/2023 j.g.l.
