Fifty-Five Plus Sixty Equals...

one (me) playing outside.  Raking leaves, burning brush and a varied amount of just playing long overdue.

I raked some pecan leafs

and burned some wind fall.

There was no burn ban

so I played with fire.

The pecans with no goody inside exploded sounding like gun fire.

That was interesting to say the least.

Uncle Bill used to tell me

if I played in fire I would wet the bed.

I'll let you know how that turns out.

The Old Lady

I have become the Old lady
Who shuffles in her house shoes
From chair
To bathroom
To kitchen
Only to repeat it again

Conversation has left me
Desiring to dream
Daring to live
Those are gone too
Out with the microwave packages
That pile up when I eat

So I walk my long triangle
And people stay away
Because not knowing what to say
Scares people
It's easier to bring a drink you like
And leave quickly.

I have become the Old Lady
Who shuffles in her house shoes
With no dreams,
No ambition,
Not even wondering
What happens when the microwave dies.