Old Glory Road

I could have written all night

He said–with a sigh

Great expectations–poor substitutions

Other’s opinions mattered more than mine?

Can’t live like that anymore

Means one hasn’t grown

Stifle yourself, Edith

Don’t remember who said that?

Then, you’re too young

The perils of plenitude

Tips for reinventing the wheel

Long shadows passed over

The winding road of past glories

That led to the mailbox

Old cars on blocks, old junk

Really yard art–you know

 

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Author: warturoadam77p

65 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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