Even at this hour, not too bad, all things considered
(as if all things can ever be considered).
Memories keep badly on the whole it’s true,
but anger mostly used up now, so much the better
there’s little use for it these days.
Contentment is in good supply, and peace;
love in abundance, I grow quite fat on that;
enough of busy-ness, plans, a good pinch of resolve.
The mouse shit, dirt and cobwebs, fear and accidie
are regularly swept away and kept at bay.
I know, however, that the debt is mounting.
I’ve made an application to my creditors, several times,
at least to let me pay off some of the accumulated interest,
tried to persuade them I can embrace frugality,
cope with hardship, am even willing to take on the costs of others
more hard-pressed than myself. But now I’ve given up,
they just won’t hear of it, preferring, I’m afraidto close in later with the bill in full.