I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: August 2022
scarcely we remember
humble beginnings
the when
the where
not consequential
the why
however
a true miracle
for a time
it was so
until it wasn’t
there are no humble endings
but we are humbled
by even its existence
08/12/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on August 11, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
What is going on with you?
Can you believe what’s happening?
Everybody sees things differently.
Take care of yourself.
08/11/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on August 10, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Pocket change
feeds the greedy meter,
vending machines: soda pop,
condom, or a packet of gum.
The constant jingle-jangle
trumps empty pockets.
Not wealth; but necessary.
Everlasting value, heavy metal
cold, hard cash. Lucre or lolly,
random coinage, specific amounts;
it is what we carry.
We spend more than our time.
Streetcar fare. Legal tender:
nickels, dimes, quarters,
a dollar or two, even a penny
for your thoughts.
For all it is worth.
Petty cash. Chump change; a pittance.
Spare change? asks the panhandler.
Anything helps.
It all adds up to a valuation
measured in dollars and sense.
© 2022 j.g. lewis
