a sea of projects

Past a certain age
it is hellish convenient
to inconvenience oneself
with physical complaints
such as

I can’t lift a sheet
of plywood over my head
so how can I repair the ceiling?

I can’t write my name legibly
so how can I draw
a straight line and cut the plywood?

This phenomenon
more properly is known as
“(There’s a hole in the bucket)
dear Lisa” syndrome—
immortalized by Harry Belafonte
when he was a young stud
(and so was I)
able to do anything.

Makes taking arms
against a sea of projects
in an empty old nest
much less attractive
than singing silly songs
or just being a young stud
able to do anything.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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