Poem #2,786 | In later days

There –
that thrub-thrub
smarts as a shooting-up
of my irregular thump &
recoil in auld body parts

[a common-place art of
discomforts in my body]

& it shall pass from here
to be my quick-to-forget
moment –
ache emptied
by time & stretches out –
This is an ancient place –
gyp

[root in gee-up]

is a
sure thing we’ll all wear
in later days & embrace