Changing Sides
They dance in the cobwebs,
And tickle the piano strings.
And when it's silent that I seek,
I encounter their silly doorbell rings.
I could name these ghosts that live with me,
A family of yearning strangers...
Their actions seem more friendly,
That is, I don't see the danger.
So, I sing to them when they choose to visit,
And I tell them that I care.
There lives didn't end as expected...
Is this right or fair?
I'm old and I think my time is short as their noble host,
In due season, Ill change my side to join these playful ghosts.
Friday, October 15, 2021
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