OUR SAFE PLACE
My wife and I found
A place to hang around…
With safety
For her and me,
Where we won’t easily drown.
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I knew that we were safe here,
When I fell down last year…
Six months’ unemployed
And not overjoyed,
An unknown time to clear.
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This place is rent-controlled
For the disabled and old…
Diana could stay
While I was away,
She wasn’t put out in the cold.
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For kindnesses our way,
Praise God is what I’ll say…
No subterfuge
In living is huge
With all our cards in play.
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We socialize as we can
Without invoking a ban…
Friendly neighbors,
The usual capers,
Won’t keep us from each clan.
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Safe to be on our own,
Secure in an apartment home…
Adjusting to pain
Not seeing again
Memories that had to be thrown!
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I have an extra bathroom
In the hall case of no room…
On ours within,
The trees are too thin
Someone’s always watching, assume!
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The office women are nice,
Sometimes I’ve visited twice…
A smile away,
‘Though not every day,
Two or more days a week will suffice.
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I worked a while to share
Maintaining it with my care…
‘Til muscles pulled
And senses dulled,
Of limits I became quite aware.
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This place is a zone of safety,
While living in rural country…
Cities–two or so–
Close enough to go
When needed, medically.
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For the moment I work in town,
Mostly on highways up and down…
They wanted me back
So I’m back on track,
(Missed driving behind the snowplow!).
–Jonathan Caswell
