I read over one of my older posts called “Trouble” and said, “Where did that part of me go?”
Yes, I’m 64 years old. No, I’m not dead yet, and yes I still have wrinkles in my brain…and on my face…and…
But that’s not the point. Lately I’ve written more poetry than rants.
Hello, is this the psychic hotline? Help! I’m having an identity crisis!