By Carlene

The hours of my solitude have been staggering.

I keep my own counsel.

All at once there is no foolery in me.

My walls have turned to granite.

I reach out for a memory that will take

  me to a place of warmth; a laugh, a smile remembered.

The well-spring of my mind is filled with re-runs;

Old black and white movies of scenes from yesteryears.

And then-

I remember an old cliché

" Never take life seriously.  Nobody gets out alive anyway."

I smile.