of them, he's never been
one
of them.
he's been alone,
independent
since the day he was born.
he has
no desire
to enter a rest home.
there's not a pickleball
bone
in his body.
he can still put a sandwich
together,
climb in and out
of the tub.
he's a cookie
crumbling in milk, but
he's not
joining the others.
he's not of them.
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