My comfort zone has lovely soft cushions
and walls painted the color of sand
The windows are always open
so I can watch the people who dare to live deliberately
And cheer them on in their quest for glory in games
I am too old or afraid to play
I drink my tea and dunk my toast to maintain equilibrium
I rest in the afternoon.
Sounds so dull, but secretly I am very happy
To be the anchor of my sofa,
Cooker of meals,
Walker of dogs
Reader of stories
Washer of clothes
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