I sit here quietly
at ease in my recliner
aware of my good fortune
smiling contentedly
taking inventory of my life
my loving wife beside me
dotes on my care and health
my children and grands are great
visiting me often with hugs and kisses
living modestly but comfortably
in the heart of New York City where
everything is easily and quickly accessible
alive and sentient at 94 is
unusual even with a daily dozen pills
plus my trusty walker at my side for help
it’s been a long and happy road
and I must report that all is well ….so far
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Photo: Marie-Sophie Tékian
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