Dodderers Poems | Examples

California Retirement Communithy

It's safe here, I suppose,
and the rents don't climb too often.
I may ho hum in perfect peace, to the credit
of no one in particular. 
Pleasures are in short supply and "they"
won't let me feed the squirrels--
some nonsense about diseases;
in my youth I was a master at that,
every day back home
upon the courthouse lawn.

And what's the point, you ask?
We dodderers need none.  There are
our waiting graves to make excuses
for us.  They are eloquent enough.
Silent for the nonce, they speak
in hints, apologies and metaphor.
(I find I have a special need for those)

All is not lost, however.
I'm about to release my report
on an important new project:
If fingers can twiddle as effectively
...in reverse.
     ~