I’m old and still having fun – maybe not in the pit but… 😉

I feel a strong commonality here with you. Am I off base?

Great writing, dear Crimsin! Your mind and your memories are yours and yours alone. Stay always true and authentic, this is your precious gift to the world!

Brilliantly penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

hahaha, good one. Had it been the time of covid you’d have a good reason to wear a mask.
I’ll never look at mustangs the same again. 🙂

I loved reading this. It somehow scratched an itch I couldn’t reach haha. Thanks

Wow! I’m speechless. My father died of dementia and this is a bit scary to read being I can relate to it. Noy only in what I saw from my father but others around him during hospital and rehab visits.

I’m glad you didn’t leave. You’re too good to hide your writing.

Thanks so much for the dedication, Paula. 🙂

This is good. My friend’s mother has dementia, and it breaks her heart to see her that way.
I am also glad you did not leave.

When it gets that bad around here, I generally reach for my first edition copy of Leonard Norman Cohens New Skin for an Old Ceremony and everything immediately begins to look n feel more rosy .. Smashing post today sir T .. write on .. Neville 👍👍

Cool poem Thomas. Can feel the burn.

I feel that. Chocolate though…popcorn is more my demon. Still can’t save

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I enjoy walking in the dark when I am low. I enjoyed your poem.
Just the other day I trudged through the woods after nightfall with the dogs.
I also like the picture. a long exposure.
Regards
James

Thank you.