Gas is running out. Coal is
running out. Patience is exhausted.
Sage is just an antiquated word,
and thyme moves on inexoriably.
When beauty becomes the name of a blurred remembering
Beyond the helping hand of hearing aids and spectacles
I will run out into the street like a lost toddler
Screaming to be reconnected.
aplaceforpoetry 
Not as much fun as Big Foot, but I see what you’re up to with this.
Incidentally I still re-read Big Foot to make me smile.
Thought I’d better come back and see what you are up to 🙂
Still every day. I’m up to about 2300 posts now. That’s a lot of words even if you factor in the occasional recycling job. No topic is safe from me. 🙂