I can tell you why I’ve given up
let the daily debt accumulate.
I can tell you why I’ve given up
let the letters pile and words disperse.
I can tell you why I’ve given up
let my lazy friends fade to ghosts.
I can tell you why I’ve given up
let the pears die and rot alone.
I can tell you why I’ve given up
but you no longer care a whit
of me and mine and ancient history.
I can tell you why I’ve given up
,
— or choose to not.