The Last Word
I began this year with one goal: Write one poem a week for the entire year, using predetermined topics and genres, about different aspects of my life with this MesS, also called Multiple Sclerosis. I am not sure how seriously I can take these textbook examples of doggerel, but without further hesitation, here is the last.
So, now a year has come and gone.
This collection is almost done.
Poems for a year,
Giving me a clear
And sincere
Denouement.
-Josh Evitt, 2019-
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