I reached Immigrants’ Pass,
And traded my mother’s diamond ring
For a mule and two saddle bags,
One full of tablets and phones,
The other, useless things.
It started to snow soon afterwards.
One of the screens dealt well
With the risks of getting lost,
And it listed the fifty words for damn!
Without being prompted.
I was told I am damaged goods,
But past forty, everyone is.
I decided not to stop :
THAT, at least was well covered.
Image credit : Asaf Hanuka
Frédéric Benqué 