On my own, I am a nomad
Wandering and wondering
In company, I am alone
Even though I communicate
I am in the garden of my youth
And the buzz lifts my spirits
Yet through the complications of age
I stop for no-one
Incapable of understanding
I drift off into my own space
The schedule I keep is monotonous
Lets hope retirement means new openings
If my mind will allow
I maybe born again
And keep time with my new grandson
A child again.
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