Laments Of The Very Old
They hold and feed me like a neonate. They carry me about as though I’ve got no legs. I can neither see nor cavort with my great-great-great-grandchildren. My age-mates long … Continue Reading Laments Of The Very Old
It’s An Imperfect Life
The unease of a lifetime Begins like a trifle The lament of the grieved Comes with the unperfected But ranting of the unsatisfied Could be stifled with a joke Life … Continue Reading It’s An Imperfect Life
