443. Days 

About our constant need to adapt… Our cells are never same, From day to day,  Nor are, Our days. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

442. Beardlessness

About my recent beardlessness… So much more has changed, Than hair extracted, From my face. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

440. Revamp

About retail therapy, and how it lets me glimpse at what I look like to others…  I’m fat, he said, Unsure it’s true,  Applicably, it’s not.  I was obese,  Yet now I’ve ceased, To be, Still all I see.   So I take debit, Tap, tap, tap, And pay away my woes. And standing there…

439. Me? 

About how confusing life can be…  Little seed, Liked dark cold feel,  And then the sprout, Craved to come out,  Finally be, Not quite a tree, What can I see, For me?  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

438. Mend 

About making pizza last night…  Dough for the low, Low, beat of my heart, Basil calms hassle, Tasseled to all I start, Cheese is the crowd please, Sleaze to the soul,  There’s mushroom for friends, Sheltered here from the cold. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

437. Broke

About my lack of emotion in the last few days…  If tears were cash,  Then I’d be broke,  If notes were laughs, I’ve none.  (Photo, Eli Woodbine, UK, 2015) 

435. Off

About the days when I just want to be alone…  If I had wings, Of simpler things, A life of froth,  Need not take off.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

434. Socialise 

About making friends…  It’s not easy to find friends, I sighed.  As I sat smiling, Socialise.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

433. Stamp

About the morning after the night before…  It’s ghostly blue,  Revealing, faded fun,  And liquor quaffed, consumed,  By me and you.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

432. Twelve 

About my current progress on a 56 book challenge for 2017…  12 authors taught me little things, From how em-peror penguins sing, To the fine art of flourishing, And how to play in stocks.  About life after civil war,  And how to trick our tastebuds sure,  And all I did in this galore, Was side…

431. Slice 

About this Canadian institution…  Watch them,  Slice ice, Deftly quick, trice  For a nice price, Makes a fine vice.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

430. Babyface 

About what happens when I shave…  10 years younger? No! Not surely?  She said, disbelieving, to me, I just smiled, Went home and shaved, And wore my baby face next day. (Honest opinions: Who likes no facial hair? Or, who liked the beard?)  (Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017)