in three months,
I will be sixty nine
then seventy
then eighty
and that will be it
as far as traveling
is concerned,
at least,
traveling a lot
each year
as we do now,
but maybe,
once a quarter
will do;
still,
what would one do
there...
just sit around and
wait to return?
So, what's the point
of living life
after work, if there
is not meaning
or purpose
or reason
for the journey,
except to be doing
something...
as opposed to
doing nothing;
but,
waiting around to die,
wondering
if it will be you
or your friends first,
knowing that
you have no friends.
9Jul16
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