One Day, While Sprinting to Check the Mail
I spied a nonagenarian
struggling to our mailboxes,
to be considered
I offered to help him.
glanced my way.
he said with a wry
“None of us are getting out of here alive.”
Written for dVerse Quadrille #31, hosted by Grace. The word for quadrille Monday is still.
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