Letting go of draconian dross
to blithely delight in ironic play.
Letting go of the old distress,
the plaintive plights of that other day.
Letting go, going forward, lilting, laughing,
wry dry wit.
Letting go without a paddle.
You know, I’ve learned a bit in battle.
My task is not grasping a winning trick,
but just getting on with it.