I watch as the world continues to spin out of control. My needs are very little. I make a buck here and there which pays the bills.
Engulfed by books, I focus on feeding my mind. Yes, there was a time when I would chase after gold, but now I’m content and happy to be healthy and grow old.
No, I have not dried up like a prune. I still lift weights; loading those rusty plates, and yes work the heavy bag, yoga deep breathing and stretching, and in the garden easily bending, but no longer trying to light up the circulating globe.
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