Looking Out The Window

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Yesterday, I was glancing at the squirrels

at play in the yard and I wondered how,

from where I began, did I end up here? It

is quiet and safe, well appointed with all that

I need and a bit more. I am a squirrel playing

in the backyard of my life.

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Retired, I miss working because I did that

routine for fifty years and it is a part of me.

I am no volunteer, that's too much like work.

The squirrels remind me that life's end

approaches so make the best of what is left

from a lifetime of sharing and toiling,

talking and helping. Ducking and the untimely

and well executed need to skedaddle is

remembered fondly as well.

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Play is what makes us human. I was told

recently that I had a sense of humor. Uh huh.

Cultivated it over sixty years as soon as I

learned the concept of a joke, a pun, a

sarcastic thought.

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So, here I stand looking through a window

into a past well enjoyed and well lived. Not

everyone can say that having died young or

being on the lam from bullets, exes, creditors,

or having been incarcerated for life. I am quite

blessed to be able to see the pictures of my past

in bright color clearity, shared with a smile,

even if it is a bit grayed and frayed about

the edges. That said, joyous memories often

replace the bad ones with an optimism that may

not have been there exactly like that

at the time.

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allets

05-07-19

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lyrycsyntyme's picture

Perhaps the greatest value to

Perhaps the greatest value to this look back at your footsteps is that you were able to express, so wisely, all that you have. I appreciate the reminder, as it is no less than ocassionally needed, that a lengthening journey is a real blessing, indeed.

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Values

evolve. When kept, there are dividends. Thanks for the read and the reminder of the journey. - slc