As some of you already know, I'm working my way out of a head cold that started as a chest cold (gotta do everything backward) so today's poem is short. Some of the lines I didn't even write, but quoting them fit the word count I randomly imposed on myself.
I took my life,
exchanged it for a new one,
as if I’d been a coupon in a store.
Got rid of strife,
found serenity instead,
but must still recall what life was before.
“Those who cannot
remember the past arecondemned to repeat it.” Santayana