Now There’s Just Again
“Hell, there ain’t no more, now there’s just again.”
A great line on aging.
We don’t see much for the first time.
Now it’s just again.
And I read something somewhere. The author explained that the struggle is continuous.
Over and over.
Until we leave this world.
Now there’s just again.
The dishwasher clogged. For a few days, I cleaned the dishes by hand. Then my brother-in-law swung by and fixed it in five minutes.
Two washes later, the water didn’t drain again.
And it’s a never-ending stream of such annoyances.
Struggle.
I landed in Boston and made my way to Cape Cod.
There was an exit for a scenic spot where photos can be snapped.
Thought about it…
…didn’t have time.
And the first time I made it to the Cape I was like it excited.
Now it’s just again.
It’s a shame that there aren’t a lot of ‘firsts’ left.
At work I’ll get a call:
“Got a question for you.”
I don’t even get anxious if it starts that way…
…been doing this so long that there aren’t any new questions.
Now there’s just again.
We were watching a show about some medical emergency.
“What’s the answer?” Kathy asked.
“How would I know?”
“Weren’t you a medic in ‘Nam?”
Now she’s doing my comedy bits back to me!
Again.
“Hell, there ain’t no more…
…now there’s just again.”
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