essentials, no longer are.
the weekend
forays
into town,
the chasing of skirts,
the long
nights
of drink and dance.
barely home
before dawn.
how fun
those years were,
sweet memories
of the past.
but other essential things
have taken
their place,
the cane by the door,
good shoes
and glasses,
the earmarked book,
an afternoon nap.
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