The words I thought

were all I needed

for the most suitable

of expressions

seem to fail me lately.

How are you?

Good, I say,

leaving out

much needed detail.

I worry a lot about the future,

and I think I’m growing shorter.

I may be mistaken

but I think my hair has grown

three inches longer.

And that’s not even 1/3

of my current state of being.

What do you think of him?

Oh, he’s seems nice.

Yet, he’s a great conversationalist

though he stares a lot,

and talks with his mouth full,

is what I meant to say.

Yet good, nice, fine, OK

are the only words

I seem to come up with

to describe

what neither a thousand words

nor pictures

could do justice.

This little poem?

I think it’s OK.