Hand in a brace.
Surgery on deck.
Not easy to face;
I feel a wreck.
Friends say it’s
just the jitters.
But it doesn’t calm
those nervous critters.
It’s passing from
here to there.
Not knowing
when or where.
Call it a transition.
It’s a new position.
Life and love continue;
Will they bring renewal?
June 7, 2022
poems for friends 
Transitions…not knowing…new pains…..jitters fro sure…falling aint for older folks…amazing how easy it was to “fall” when we were younger…..and hopeful in these transitions
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Take care Harry… Appreciate you giving in this moment.
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Very efficient and evocative, Harry. Love the slant rhyme at the end
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