you visit the old folks home.
they are lined in a semi circle
in wheels chairs
and overstuffed couches. you wonder
how they
can up, having sunk in so deep
and for
so many hours in front of
the tv.
one sings.
one cries, one reads.
several have fallen asleep.
you ask each one if they have
any regrets,
what they would have done differently
if they had
another life to live,
they all say yes, then look off
into some distance
you'd rather not know about.
you don't want to be one of them,
at the end,
saying
yes.
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