Rusted Artifacts - Poem by Bill Galvin
How easy it is today
To turn a positive into a negative.
I travel alone these days since Deb has passed.
I get upgraded to a suite with a jacuzzi.
How exciting that would have been with her.
We would have had so much fun with that.
But, for right now,
Like with watching our favorite TV programs,
These things carry no weight;
Have no meaning or purpose; no connection;
These things are like rusted artifacts
Rather than polished opportunities.
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