A Whole Life Worth Living
Nothing much left to say, especially to the Mad Hatter and the Lopsided Queen. The days of the Thin Man are over, the streets swept clean. Pain has vanished into a jar of smiles. All bets are off on the Dark Horse.
It’s been a good run, over glass shards and thru mine fields, atonement veiled over war-torn irrevocable days.
Five years ago and two generations past mine, a baby boy the size of a bread loaf was born into the arms of my granddaughter, giving me, in a strange way, a new lease on life.
