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Returning home I find a family,
Son on his own, choosing to live without me.
Daughter pursuing her dreams asking of me only menial labor, and
NOT ASKING MY ADVICE.
In a flash of time … Turning 58.
And so, I SAIL, miles away from home seeking solace in the wind and the
Some days rain shares its wetness,
some days sun burns flesh and salt dries.
In between, I rest and hydrate.
Scheming new engineering to old problems, coping with what I can
trying to find solutions in the parts and pieces of a former life.
Today is what matters. Choosing my own thoughts from what I was once,
BEING WHAT I AM.
Each day moves quickly from coffee to telly vision, computer magic to
Lyrics and limericks give rise to prose.
Compositions leave the strings … encircling my head; minutes
and hours pass.
Days become nights … the 24 Hr. Day a timeless monotony
unleashed by living too long.
Then, inspiration strikes … old faces fade and new words
race across the mind.
centurions of ancient landscapes forming formations and
dancing the quadrille on endless plains.
Spartans sharing victory over the masses …
thoughts arising from within, not from the babbling of the masses from
This is the life I live, a world of my own replacing the needs of
others … less fortunate.
Each day in a place of my own choosing,
limited only by the resources at hand and
the mind’s ability to create the life it will live.
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