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Seniors in the Park

2020 was one of the worst years I’ve seen
‘Twas the Year of the Plague known as Covid 19
Everything closed and we were shut up at home
It cramped my style cause I love to roam

Free as a bird I used to be
Until my freedom was taken from me
My Senior Center was closed and locked down
Then a bitter cold winter shut down the whole town

So I holed up in my man-cave like a hibernating bear
Bought a massage chair and did a little yoga there
Tried to keep myself in shape, mind, body and soul
To survive the epidemic was my ultimate goal

There were some heavy snowfalls and my spirit got weighty
Then my birthday rolled around and I turned Eighty
The Happy Birthday written on my cake with a chocolate icing pen
Said that when I turned Eighty I was born again.

Life is full of ups and downs, twists and curves and run-arounds
So I thought to get my life back on new discovered grounds
I don’t know if it’s possible but I’m surely going to try
Seems the only alternative is to fade away and die.

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