I’m not online, in a tweet or on a post in Facebook.
I’m not at the store, don’t shop from home or at the mall at all.
I’m not on the road, in the car, catching a bus or ride to anywhere.
I’m not at work, on the job, working hard or hard at work.
I’m not at a movie, out to eat, at a friend’s or having a drink.
I’m not around and nobody is looking.
I am invisible.
I haven’t much time, but enough for you.
Rich in history and stories true.
I haven’t much money, but I’ll give to you
A rich adventure before I’m through
If you seek me out with time to spend
To make me visible before the end.
And you might find that I am priceless.
Enrich your life. Make a new friend and hear their story.
Friday August 21st is National Senior Citizen’s Day.
And driving down
in revving sheets
in bouncing frenzy
when the river won.
So I sat
the cool summer rain
applaud the earth.
It’s a table for two or a couple of drinks, with pairs everywhere, sometimes it stinks.
Always plural or double, left unjoined in a nuptial, in a bubble, being single can be trouble.
There’s two-fers and deuces, running short on excuses, rarely place for the Ace, no space.
Twosomes are winsome and duos harmonious, it’s teams making sport while one comes up short, erroneous.
Talk on the phone? You can’t do it alone. Pairs are a duo, never uno but deux, oh the groan.
Lovers make love, pairs of gloves not one glove, to cuddle or spoon is once a blue moon, no cocoon.
Twos can schmooze mixing booze and at parties they mingle but the one’s in the corner with the blues, very single, no tingle.
But pity them not, for they still have a lot, Though they ain’t tied the knot, it might not be sought and alone isn’t lonely. It’s not.