We offer observations on the human condition from a 23 year old mind trapped in an 83 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUT
I prefer gambling on life than in casinos.
I gaze up from writing and encounter a belly.
In my childhood, it was, “brother, can you spare a dime.” So, what is it today, a buck?
Some open door with look of trepidation.
The only “after life” is death.
As a child I was taught to walk slowly in strange neighborhoods.
I sometimes think God works as a security guard at the city dump.
Women enter store still clutching keys in hand.
As yesterday becomes today so today becomes tomorrow.
At age 83, “next year” is a pleasant dream.
Death is the stranger never to meet.
Who I am today was who I was at age 5.