Hapless Harpie

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    • Michael87024
    • ok, she came home for a "visit", but does that mean she is staying? Not likely....

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    This is about an old lady who got on the bus saturday...............-M-

    Hapless Harpie

     Walking with crutch in tow,
    I stumble onto the city transit.
    With the help of another, ancient,
    I make my way to where I sit.
    Only 3 or 4 blocks to my destination,
    waste of city gas or maybe my breath.
    St. Andrews towers is home sweet home,
    elevator please, stairs bring early death.
    Nag, complain, moan, gripe and chastise,
    the driver almost missed me, is he blind?
    The weather is so cold, my bones how they ache,
    bundled as I am, age makes me the brittle kind.

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    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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