whiskey headache
coupled with my
almost-annual
bout of revelry-induced
bronchitis
means i now
only have a
few minutes
to find a truth to share
before this day
is officially over
if only it were
easier to learn
how to offer up
the truths of the
heart
the only one
i have now
is that the
truths become
ever more obscure
with time;
i have a little more
wisdom and a little
too much reserve
for my own good
but surely
it is all
for the best
yes, surely,
i tell myself,
it is all
for the best
narinda heng 