We don’t head to the beach on the 4th of July
We know better after all of these years.
We don’t stay out late on Saturday nights
Indulging in silliness, downing our beer.
We avoid crowded places, concerts, and games,
The stressors outweighing the fun.
No more jostling with shoppers for bargains
Online shopping gets everything done.
Theater movies we seldom attend
The prices and people too much
On Demand provides our viewing now
Yet I feel so out of touch.
Just once in awhile I believe
We should pretend to be much less together:
Go play in the rain, drink a carafe of wine
Brave the crowds in all kinds of weather.
We do such sensible stuff in our sensible lives
So why does that make me so sad?
Perhaps I am not meant to be sensible
Perhaps I’m to be slightly mad.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
The tedium of latter day habits explained with panache!
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I’ve been wallowing in self pity lately. Must stop.
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Yes you must! Fine poem though
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Working on being less down. Thanks.
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I think I know this Beautiful poem. Hope you’re feeling less down soon.
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Thanks. Every now and then it feels good to wallow.
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We get very boring as we get older! I just read this and thought … this is so me now! lol! 🙂
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I keep thinking there’ll be some benefits.
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Great poem. Slightly mad – love that Queen song, “I am going slightly mad”. I think it is a time to go to the mall to rub shoulders with the crowd.
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I do that, but it’s lost its luster. I think ongoing to get involved with the League of Women Voters.
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Ha. Well, if it keeps you sane… 😉
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In order to be kept sane one must start that way I think.
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