I guess, it’s just what you get.
When, with life, you made a bet.
“Do your best & all will wash.
Pay no heed to poor or posh.”
Gone with flows & their mercy.
Bejeweled flotsam with scurvy.
What a trip that must’ve been!
Bottom, top & back again.
Any end could clear the debt.
It’s the swimming…not the wet.

