But to be honest I didn’t mind,

As I was not expecting from anyone for me to be kissed,

The only way I’d have allowed that would be if I were blind,

Not able to see the kisser’s kind…

It was as usual a day of rest,

Stayed in my apartment in the Village of Park Crest,

Was up and moving early today, shopping first then laundry,

Life’s little idiosyncrasies had to be done,

Touching dirty laundry always leaves me in a quandary…

Sixty five years old I am now,

Only can say, I can’t believe it; wow,

Should have been long gone by the age of thirty,

Instead I have lived this long to become an old man of the variety, dirty.

© -ed- 8/4/19