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.
I remember an old cliché
" Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway."