I’ve resolved to soften such feelings of guilt in the people I meet by wearing
a smile and looking like I’m having a good time. J
Lawrence
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Sent: Tuesday, October 01, 2019 11:09 PM
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Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Limping People
On Oct 1, 2019, at 7:59 PM, Lawrence Helm <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
I notice them now,
Though I never used to,
Limping along with
A gait like mine:
The trembling knee,
The steadying cane,
The many I’ve been ignoring.
I dreamt last night
Of meeting someone,
We were younger then
With nothing minding:
Coffee and conversation.
I went on ahead. We’d
Meet by the way
Some place, my dream
Non-specific. I saw
It last night like an older film
Her gentle looks confounding.
I’ve hold of the tiller till the
Dream dies away my
Thoughts stay full of longing.
I thought today that there should be a new ism, “workism.” A friend who is
retired dropped off my outboard motor. He’d picked it up at the marine yard and
was doing me a favor. I was focused on what I had to do to get ready for class
and I’m worried that I treated him like someone who has all the time in the
world. I thanked him , of course, but my reaction ten minutes later was, “why
are my work issues more important than whatever tasks he’s trying to get done?”
I think we do not pay sufficient attention to the trembling knee and the limp.
And by “we” I probably mean, “I.”
David Ritchie,
etc.
