not July yet.
and already
I feel
the summer slipping away.
I haven’t had the chance
to grab all my summer fun.
I’m slaving away in clinic
ministering to 74 and 68 year-olds.
my medicare numbers have sky-rocketed.
I am weary, weary, weary.
I miss the warm sun on my back.
even when i’m “gone,” i’m “there.”
