Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

My Neighbors Are Envious


There is a benefit to aging,
I 'never' thought in my wildest of dreams...
I would discover provides comfort and satisfaction.

Not only am I single and live alone,
I've come to enjoy the multiple and unique conversations...
I can have without once being interrupted.

And I can tell my neighbors are envious,
Because each time they see me outside...
They always look at me from the corners of their eyes.

Submitted: Sunday, March 24, 2013

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  • Hardik Vaidya (3/24/2013 9:02:00 AM)

    Again astounding, celebrating the season of Christmas that lives 24 by 7 in eternal solitude. (Report) Reply

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