Flowers have grown leggy,
spilling over the side of the pots.
Can't cut them back as the
season moves into Fall.
I'm finding myself,
getting bored with many
of the activities for residents,
who need to be
guided into doing something
that is regulated.
Not for me. I'll write or go
for a walk, stop and talk with
others and water the garden.
I'm not here to do crossword
puzzles. I am here to listen to
music.