Caren Krutsinger Poet Light Verse

Talk, Rush, Bye, Click, Good Friends

Wearing headphones, every day, when I jump out of the car,
talking into my blue tooth, with one friend or another, so the
thirty-two minutes will not be a complete waste of time.

Home now, wanting to take a potty, jump into my pajamas,
and be left totally alone. 

But I owe them a little something for
entertaining me for thirty-two minutes, right?  

Wrong.

Social niceties are out the window when you are sixty-six. I am old.
I could be dead in an hour.

Good-bye, friend. Thanks for entertaining me on the way home.
Click.

I have the kind of friends who laugh, knowing me well.

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M. L. Kiser December 14, 2018 at 6:16 AM Remember too, after sixty, you are considered crazy or senile so, you can say what you feel and people will write it off to aging. Milk it! Caren Krutsinger December 14, 2018 at 3:10 PM I had not truly thought of that, as I am the "baby" of most of my real friends, but you are RIGHT!