I  would like to see the skies

cluttered with stars

but the city lights intrude.


I  would like to hear the sounds

of creatures near my habitat

but the traffic babel

joins the  sounds of manicuring

the space in which I live.


I’d better stop complaining

for maintaining the likes of me

requires all of the above

but does not require my love.


Old men sit in rockers & recliners

and are satisfied

with fussing some

or else you’ll find them walking

down Memory Lane.


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