Still

I am not done yet

I have not passed on

My back may hurt

it still moves

The sloth in my movement may be caused by pain

Id rather feel pain than not feel

My heart may be tough and leathery 

it is not cold

it is not stone

My laughs are deeper

longer

My love is harder

stronger

When I do speak 

it is often low

there is no need to shout

there is no need to comment on everything

every thing is not my concern

What I have

now 

is knowledge

What I know

now

is how to filter information

© Christopher F. Brown 2018