A pretence for a poem. A tanka, I think.

This is the state of mind to which I aspire.

Time Marches On

Shaggy grey coat, 
Leaden skies, weary bones
Counting the beat.

Condensate chills the air
Ruminate, counting the beat.

This is the actual state of my mind, best expressed in a song, Counting The Beat, by New Zealand band, The Swingers.

I saw the small dog trudging along when I was out on one of my walks.

Take care, Sydney. Stay safe, stay sane, everyone.

Kind Regards.

35 thoughts on “Time Marches On

      1. No worries. It will be there when you have time. I don’t post very regularly anymore. I always wrote in the mornings, but I have new demands at that time of day!

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      2. Haha! No puppy. I don’t think I could coordinate walking two dogs at once! Mornings used to be my time, but since Larry passed I now have morning dog walking duties.

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  1. Catchy tune, a dog will walk faster and slower in the same walk while covering twice the distance. I would love to attach my step tracker to one or both of my pups to see how far they walk daily. Peace.

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  2. Very catchy beat, perfect for walking I imagine. πŸ˜€ Your poor feet – that’s exactly why I always wear the same kind of sneakers – comfy and unblistering. πŸ˜‰

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      1. Ah, that makes sense – and also explains why some of my boots stopped being so comfy! LOL! Glad your shoes are much more comfortable again, Tracy!

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