yet perhaps it is.
The toy my wife gave me on my 80th birthday.
It is as colorful as it ever was.
So am I.
It is as brilliant as it ever was.
Well. . .It is not so buoyantly vigorous as it once was.
Nor am I.
The lift is not what it once was.
Tell me about it.
It is a lot more wrinkled than it once was.
And so am I.
It still represents "80".
I am already 80+.
Yet it is still tethered to its anchor.
As am I.
Still, it is not so full of gas as it once was.
But I am.
Imperfect metaphor.
8 comments:
That's pretty cute. I think you will last longer than that balloon in all aspects except rotting away. They are pretty indestructible.
Delightful - my first read of the morning and it made me smile...
I'm more gassy some days than others. Just saying . . .
Sharkey, you have caused me to wonder if anyone has considered manufacture of mylar burial vaults.
Grace, you smile, and that makes me happy.
Chuck, yeah, me too.
That's a cute post, Vanilla. I like your connection to the balloon. I imagine you sitting there, on that lovely porch, figuring out what you have in common with your balloon. :)
Lin, just so. That is exactly the way it evolved!
Love this!
Vee, I thank you!
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