A Skill I Must Develop
The dog's retreated into her own realm light years away
From here. I watch, wishing to follow suit, but no. With
Grandkids underfoot again, dumped here by their "busy"
Parents, and the missus, having just retired, starved for
Things to do, I find myself a part of an unpleasantly
Chaotic scene. Trapped, I lack the dog's ability to simply
Close my eyes and slip off to a place light years away.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2025-01-11 at 22:55
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