Shelf Life
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Sheena Blackhall
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My life is a shelf
On Monday, Thursday, Friday
A bus sits at one end, work at the other
In the middle's a sachet of porridge
I am a stickler for habit
On Tuesdays and Wednesdays
The shelf is cleared for appointments
Teeth hair the usual vanities
On Saturdays and Sundays
I make a clean sweep. The shelf is bare
For me to wind down, rest, relax, repair.
It's getting late
My body now has passed its shelf life date
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