NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

We offer observations on the human condition from a 23 year old mind trapped in an 83 year old body.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

Red headed boy with dark haired mom raises questions.

Some while waiting convey loneliness.

When alone, I prefer being alone.

We come, we depart, the question is when?

Jeans accentuate the butt.

I am the child of God, few are.

Some slurp soup quickly.

I wonder why God made us with different colored hair.

As she completes meal, husband sits with legs crossed-waiting.

Sad news is that Death works every day in year.

I wonder why the smile evolved.

I struggle to hate anyone.

Some talk with assurance.

There ARE times to fire the coach.

Some put on gloves while inside, others when get out.

Some shake head in delight.

One must know in life when to punt the ball.

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