647 Morning Music 12-29-16 go to 580 for key word search

The joys of morning music:
a creaking rising;
hawking of phlegm;
the trickle of pee in the toilet;
the slow, groaning, unbending of a

These, all music to my ears,
even without my hearing aids.
The melody of my accumulating years,
a far more reassuring symphony
than that whispering wind
blowing through the tunnels
beneath the tomb stones.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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