This is my first attempt at writing a post in free verse. Please forgive me if it is not up to your standards. I will try harder the next time.
Here I am in my 73rd year.
How did that ever happen?
If my genes determine things, I have a handful left.
These times aren't what I dreamed them to be.
Hateful rhetoric is everywhere.
The spiteful rants stink beyond imagine.
How can people breath all this tainted air?
Trust has gone, truth is dead.
All the world is now a Mad Max movie.
The White House has turned into the Thunder Dome.
The spite coming from it stinks beyond imagine.
Everyone who does not jump on command is the enemy.
The tipping point of climate change is likely past?
Why didn't we do something when we could?
Tribal mentality has swept over us like a tsunami.
Future generations will have to clean up the mess.
If they even can?
I want to be a good citizen and stay involved.
But what does it really matter?
I won't be around to see the ugly aftermath.
Why do I allow myself to feel so distressed?
I seem to be consumed by the times.
At this point my time is precariously precious.
Why am I using it so badly?
Maybe I should find something else completely?
I am tired of being tired of these times.
Why don't I just say "Why bother?"
Just check out NOW!
But that is not who I am.
I don't give up that easily.