We offer observations on the human condition from a 22 year old mind trapped in an 82 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUTA
These days we refer to “Muslims” as we once did to “Jews.”
Hate is a dessert I can do without.
No greater anger than toward a friend you believe betrayed you.
Grandma’s greatest joy is taking grand kids out to lunch.
Once we ate in silence, today to sounds of cell phone.
Joy for a child is jumping up and down while shouting.
Joy for American Conservatives is jumping up and down shouting, “Obama loves Terrorists!”
To be human make the choice, carry love or hate in heart.
We always have the choice as to who to hate or love.
On a cloudy day when sun breaks through, we see God.
I always carry slips of paper in back pocket.
It is a long time since I heard, “the world is my oyster.”
Long legs automatically make woman more attractive.
If one reaches for mom, one is bound to catch a star.
I feel anger if toilet is locked, now this is one shitty story.
Some clutch empty coffee cup to heart.
I rise quickly, many rise slowly.
If it is a one person toilet, why term it, “Men” or “Women?”
We now inhabit world of empty malls with empty memories.
In the morning, there is always one car in the empty parking lot.
We reach a moment in life when snow is a danger.