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“In Between Inebriated and Caffeinated” by Trevor Witt

In between inebriated and caffeinated,
There is a strange, stupefying state,
Whereby sober and solemn convictions congregate,

And silliness disappears from between the ears,
And mirth manages to run and hide,
And merrymaking dares not to step outside.

The smile upon the face is soon replaced,
By a serious, sanctimonious, grim, grave stare,
Or a proud, but pained protruding grimace.

Inevitably, such a person turns to sense,
To make logical prescriptions and demands,
Upon others’ plans, and upon their laboring hands.

“Have to”, “should”, and “must” are their favorite words,
Along with proclamations of “can’t”, “won’t”, and “don’t”,
To which I say, “Cheers! A drink for my friend professing the absurd!”

“Baby Steps” by Trevor Witt

Baby steps,
I fall down,
And cry.
I get back up,
And try again,
Crawling,
Waddling,
Wobbling with each step,
Barely balanced,
But going forward.
Soon, I’m walking.

Falling down again,
I get bruised,
Spraining an ankle,
Breaking a toe,
While taking a tumble.

Back to a waddle,
With a crutch,
And then a cane,
I take one step at a time,
Until I can walk again!

Life is a marathon,
Of baby steps.
So I get back up,
Fall down again,
Get back up,
And keep trying until the end!