I took my weekly stroll to the graveyard during lunch. I thought, Good riddance!
Today, people strut around with ashes on their foreheads. Shucks, I think, missed it again!
It’s only a few years before this heart ticks out. Good knees: those with ‘em, you know how hated we are? Shut up already about your five dogs!
I handed five bucks to a bum—felt richer.
It’s a ripe afternoon for ice cream. Every day is.
Only in America, I live full-blooded. Wax my fantasies.
Then the wife calls. She says to pick up floss and detergent on the way home.
A very well observed truth about senior life. Thanks.
I like the move from “waxing” philosophically to the down-to-earth grocery list.
I liked the bit about feeling richer for having given away money to the needy.