A JOURNEY, OR AS THE BEATLES' SONG GOES, "WHEN I GET OLDER, LOSING MY HAIR, MANY YEARS FROM NOW, WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME, WILL YOU STILL FEED ME (NEED ME), WHEN I'M 64 (OR MORE)?
Reminds me of the beginning of an e e cummings poem. I believe it starts something like this: "i am a little church, no great cathedral"Delightful!Color Me Breathless
Welcome aboard! Glad to have you with us - terrific first haiku!
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