Rambling. Up in the morning. Out door. But it’s not like that. Any more. It’s either too hot. Or cold. I’m sick of it. If truth be told. Getting old. Has changed me a lot. Sorrounded now. By things I’ve got. When I bought them? It was ooooos and ahhhhhs. Some were brought. Santy Clause. brought them home. Put on shelf. Kind like. That stupid elf. Sometimes stand. And look at them. Things bought. On whim. older than. 100 years. Other things. Evoke some tears. are really Could take hike. Not remembered. They could go. A silly thing. well? You know. Cherished Covered dust. One or two. Showing rust. from. way long gone. Prompting me. To carry on. one day? here. They’ll sold. For price beer. Someone new. their book case. Yes they will another place. Where sit. Hardly seen. From another’s glean. that’s way. Of life guess. I’ll Under no duress. Randy Hayes.