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Getting Older

There's more rust in my joints than ever. My bones sound like an old screen door, and my knees predict the weather better than any app. Give me elastic waistbands, soft slippers, and the creak of a recliner that groans every time I sit. Bring on the grandkids with sticky fingers leaving fingerprints on the walls, and loud toys that play the same song again and again. Pile on the mismatched furniture, the frayed edges, the cracked plates, and the joy of holding on to anything that brings back a memory. Let my friends swap stories about their ailments, sit on the porch with their cardigans, and say, "Remember when?" Let mornings be slow, with aching backs, glasses misplaced, and coffee that’s gone cold. Remind me of the fortune of old photos, the wealth of crumpled coupons, and the art of navigating the labyrinth of nostalgia. Forget the resolutions, just give me the constant hum of a well-lived life. I’ll take the bottom of the cookie jar, the forgotten, the outgrown, the simple things that bring comfort, one gentle turn on the slow-spinning wheel of age.

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Date: 7/25/2024 2:35:00 AM
Well said Don, Pile on the mismatched furniture,the frayed edges, the cracked plates,and the joy of holding on to anything that brings back a memory. The rewards of a long life thanks for the confirmation. Regards Les.
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Don Iannone
Date: 7/25/2024 2:58:00 AM
Thanks Les. Much appreciated
Date: 4/28/2024 9:07:00 AM
Looks like you're accomplishing it with some style, grace, and, perhaps, a bit of panache. A terrific read, Don.
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Don Iannone
Date: 4/28/2024 12:57:00 PM
Thank you, Jim. Panache...Wow, thank you. Cheers, Don

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