December love affair or
wedding.
does not
end well, usually.
illness
suddenly takes the fun
out of it.
old age,
arthritis and dementia
kicks in
and rear their ugly heads.
hopefully
the twenty year
old beauty
in a red bikini
that you hooked your
wagon to
has become a hospice
nurse at some point,
skilled in the arts
of bedpans
and oatmeal.
it's obvious that
she's already become
quite adept
at moving your hand along
to write
another check.
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