A tanka written by Lee Sonogan
All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim. – Christopher Morley
Knowing lowest ebb,
That bare bone sugarcoat cloak,
There every misstep,
Thicker skull, no jaw egg yolk,
Scythe’s entr’acte intercept.
Just because you get to a certain number doesn’t mean you have to roll up into a ball and wait for the grim reaper. We were put on this earth to do something! If you stop using your brain, at any age, it is going to stop working. It’s like if you stop using your hand, it will atrophy. I think doing nothing is a curse. – Iris Apfel