No.45

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Weariness sets in like a blanket on a warm night, winter coat on a summer’s day. It dulls the hone of your wit and leads you astray.

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It bleeds colour from sunsets, steals the radiance of dawn. It plucks the spring from your step so you rise with a moan and yawn.

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You mistake it for aging, the tumult of years, as if every new day robs you of a smile or a laugh, substitutes heartache and tears.

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But if doesn’t have to be this way, fatigue needn’t rule your life; indulge yourself in sleep, in laughter, in seducing your wife.

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Remember the things that mattered, because they matter still.  Reclaim the rest of your day because nobody else will.

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No.45

Erik Kaisson, 2018

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