Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #263
Words: cross, left, count, enter, brush, post, part, bless, only, plate, turn, free
Winter blew through him. Fast fall.
He tried to count his blessings;
could only think of two: he was alive,
he was free. Three months ago
his wife left, he had a brush
with the law, and saw no postings
for which he could reply. Age
was not on his side. At least
he had crossed over into unemployment
without trauma taking hold. With company
sold, he and his colleagues knew
they would each have their turn
in the boss’s office. Did not have much
on his plate–in fact–it was empty.
He laughed. Entering a new part
of his life, he wondered what would
await him around the next corner.
A fresh start can be a good thing.
He added that thought to his blessings.