Etcetera
Etcetera is the path you’ve travelled, to a faraway goal,
A fog which pervades the valley, the hills and a pothole
You’ve decided, nothing will hurt, but too tired
You’ve heaped up here what you found.
Ditto
There are no surprises as you spend your days in bed
The days and visitors reaching out to feed
The same porridge or the soup
You are bored to even look up
i.e.
The cute innocence of truth
Like it or leave it; it is there on the earth
You are the founder and the keeper
The bond is forever stronger
Et al
The unknown soldiers of the mission
The commanders are honored in submission
Your sweat and blood smeared boot
The proof no one else give a hoot
e.g.
The guide took you to the country road
The teacher whom you dearly loved
The hand that helped you makes the slimy clay pots
The caring look where you ended the doubts
P.S.
The annoying reminders of what you want to forget
The call of your mother to eat breakfast
The shoe slipped from your wet foot
In the dunes of a sandy beach front
N.B
The responsibilities on the back burner
Piling up commands of your boss
The forgotten bucket list
In the life here, written so fast.
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