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since becoming housed here since this year
july first two thousand and seventeen, 
   tubby more precise where
with thee missus, amidst bucolic environs, 
   (one could don underwear

Schwenksville, Pennsylvania   
   trees abundant with leaves of grass spare
zip cone: one nine four seven three, 
   this resident doth not find queer

disproportionate amount of time, 
   he spends never to overhear
the mostly soundproof walls 
   inside apartment b44 assigned midyear, 

one bedroom living social space 
   gives ample opportunity to assess linear
ratcheting asper elderly folks inch along 
   chronological space/time continuum 
   fragile as jasperware  

many experience diminution 
   of vital sensory organs, and oft time cannot hear
even without television blasting away, 
   no doubt harboring anticipatory anxiey sans, 

   grim reaper's unannounced visit they fear
their non verbal body language 
   (when aye espy and stride-rite past, 
   an old lady or man riding shot gun 
   securely strapped in wheel chair, 
   shuffling back where buffalo used to roam, 
   or trudging to common all purpose gathering place)
 
   speaks volumes analogous to a frightened deer
when caught blindsided 
   within bright lights of an automobile 'ere
unsure which way to go, and dashing out in the thick 
   of evening rush hour traffic, 

   lacking notion, the figurative coast not clear
subsequently doe ting bucks killed, where birds of prey 
   thence loftily circle gracefully   
   gliding within upper atmospheric air
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upon scrutinizing what doth appear
as a hollowed out existence induces me to de clear
to maximize utilizing each precious moment 'ere
before each major metaphorical cog and gear
frankly zaps, this dude looks like a lady, 
   cuz ah ma longish bedraggled hydrogen peroxide tinted hair
me haint give a rats ass 
   what rumor mongers relish, and behind me back jeer

Since old people lack for purposefulness tis unlike to leer
that one day (fast as snap of fingers), lack of being ambulatory t'will be near
and upon limitation in physical functionality, aye aim to app pear
motivated to partake of mental exercises just sitting on me rear.
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