We age, shop, hold hands.
Not much else to do, when body
Is tin can for soul.

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Little left in life.
Relish what is and can be.
Caterpillar does.

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Happy thoughts flap wild,
Clothesline full, gamely whipped as
Small wrens tip the pole

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Fear of forgetting
Runs rampant at my Bridge Club
Or is it Canasta?