Most days in my old age now,
my travel is restricted pretty much
from one room to another. Arthritic
disabilities deem it so.
In my younger days when I was
willing and able, I went where I
wanted or needed to go. With
my own transportation, I could
pick up and leave to most any-
where I pleased. With my passport
and disposable cash in my pocket
I could and occasionally did
venture out overseas.
But nowadays in my disabling old
age, I take a few steps from one
room to another recollecting some
of my fondest memories.
Pardon my dust, if you please,
what was your name again, and
how in hell did you get in here?
-30-
Chris Hanch 7-31-2022
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