I don’t get invited to parties
or dinners anymore. Wouldn’t
be able to attend even if I did.
I’m strapped with disabilities
brought on by old age and self-
inflicted abuses over the years
which have eventually caught
up with me.
I have become reclusive and
somewhat anti-social you
might say. I think a lot about
the way things used to be for
me getting here to my cloistered
place in time.
I have seen lots of faces, been
to many places in my day. I
wasn’t all that popular back
then anyway.
In any case, given choices and
circumstance, people tend to
go their separate ways. Have
to face it, life goes on with or
without you.
Socially, I never became a house-
hold name. Today, I manage fairly
well okay on my own. I keep my-
self relatively busy with my basic
daily activities—reading, writing,
listening to music, watching TV
and taking care of a small dog
who faithfully shadows me around
the apartment.
I call my son on the phone everyday
to let him know, for me at least, every-
thing is relatively the same.
Now this may seem pathetically
lonesome to many of you who get
out and about in your lives. Some
may say, this is no way to spend
hours in passing on that inevitable
path to the grave.
But I still manage to maintain a
modest measure of faith with my
inimitable style of thinking. Keep
it up, I say. You just may get lucky,
imagining yourself all the way into
tomorrow and yet another day.
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Chris Hanch 3-31-2021
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