Lately
you've been thinking--
a thing you do too much of--
Why is it you seem to have so
few troubles?
Next thought--
So Few Troubles?
Just today you notice--
plaster falling will not
not fall and will not default
to some prior condition
to you more desirable.
Climbing the ladder to make out the problem is hardly a solution.
Recently you became
unemployed from good
work with good people--
first time ever and there's no
prospect in sight.
With this economy is that not
honest-to-God trouble?
And all your life--
well since you were a
young lad of fifteen--
you've had to take out your
teeth to brush them and had
to get intimate with one
dentist after another.
So few troubles?
Lastly--
problems are not troubles.
Problems are real and get
born onto this earth pregnant
with their own solutions.
Troubles are more like
poems, birth pangs of somebody's
imagination.
