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A Matter of Convenience

A grove of magnolias perfumes the air as they sit absorbed in one another's gaze, she with her crochet and he with his collectibles uneasy in their pleasure in the evening of their years. Lawyers control their affairs like vultures slavering their prey, waiting to swoop when the timing is right, for what use is their wealth to them now? No kids, no convenient callers making spurious claims, the power of attorney running everything, in their own best interests, of course. Summer Haven was the name of their new residence, with their final resting place conveniently pre-selected. But they still could make suggestions, could they not? not really incompetent, simply eccentric and odd; eating their meals out of red plastic bowls and taking their medicines eight times a day, convenient, and all for their own good no doubt, but day after day of this treatment can deflate the soul. One blissful moonlit night they'd had enough. They packaged their drugs into secure containers and shredded their records so as to break free. They stole cartons of candy and five jugs of Ensure and headed straight out the unguarded back door, jump-started the motor-bike out by the tool shed and roared off on a quest for their own sweet convenience!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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Date: 5/26/2012 8:09:00 PM
Keith, ooo this is very sweet,, love the image;-) congratulations with your featured poem of the week... it was nice stopping by to view all the great poems, on the home page
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Date: 5/24/2012 7:21:00 AM
Congratulations on your featured poem this week Keith. Love, Carol
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Date: 5/21/2012 11:47:00 AM
I can relate to all of the poem, save jump starting the motor bike. Sounds good, though. Congrats on this fine poem being selected. Old daver
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Date: 12/5/2008 11:28:00 AM
To feel the freedom one more time. I hope I have that kind of gumption when they try to tie me to a rocking chair. Uplifting write. Vince
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