……over the edge

The diagnosis may be for long life

or to be on a shorter tether

and the dynamic of such restraint

are circles decreasing in diameter

less range, each turn

more decrepitude each cycle.

But,

the prognosis surmises lesser strife

you could have hit me with a feather

in fact, a portrait of oil paint

raising hope for ever after.

More an image of pink pattern

less the reality of life’s pickle.

And,

A third verse? No,

misuse of sayings, simile or metaphor

should end, caught in tangled tackle.

dwk