 At Least At least the cat didn’t throw up... not on the living room rug, nor the patio entranceway over eating is not for her today. Boredom at old age or I didn't do enough in youth, needs another holiday, an ethnic meal for me, fruition like an aching omission follows at my heel. But bearing that I'll never be around again, womanizing, painting, writing, hungering for life, That seems awfully, yea actually very real. 17th November, 2006 Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York. |
