from his chair he sees
the world
alive, below
the many places
where he used to
go.
now he sits as the
lights drive by
the people milling
about their
daily lives.
he thinks about what
he used to do
who he loved
who he knew.
Monday, January 23, 2017
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- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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