Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
When I am 85
In ten years, I will pose nude for the first time,
play tennis with Billie Jean King using my wood racket from high school,
tattoo my left arm with roses and depictions of my victories, bits of poems written for me,
I will paint the side of my house yellow.
In ten years, I will swim in the lake at midnight,
catch fish I will fry and eat with my hands,
decorate my arms with blossoms from the neighbor’s tree, dance while they watch,
I will sing out loud the words of a hundred songs.
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Maybe I can join you and Billie Jean at tennis. I was always an awful tennis player, but maybe playing with a ghost would fix my swing AND I could hit the ball, too.
Oh… So much BETTER than what I am planning to do… (Quit driving)
Oh girl – we need to go have a drink sometime.
And that’s what will keep you going!
One wild and crazzzzy octogenarian. Neat!
Yep. Somebody has to be and I’m stepping up to the challenge.
Good for you!