I drag along a ninety-six-year-old past, festooned
with good intentions and plausible inventions as
to why so few intentions came to pass. Sometimes
they cast mocking shadows on the walls of the mental
stalls where I hang my modest dreams of eking out
one more tomorrow. They were so visible and plausible
in the shop window of my mind, I am hoping to find them
again someplace this side of the Precipitous Slide.
So inspiring that you still hold onto the magic of your words - whatever your 'body' might be doing. Stay well.
Keep 'em comin' Glen. The fun you have with language surprises, delights, and inspires me! More, please.
Signed, One Greedy Reader