SOLASTALGIA

. . . SOLASTALGIA Oh how I miss my freedom I reminisce days gone by My freedom to roam the hills Pikes Peak drive the racer car Other places too, "just go" I'm here with my wife, one room One room apartment for us "Senior Living" it is called No more cooking, we are old Breakfast is seven to nine Noon lunch will be eleven Eleven to one is right Sign the book if we go out I miss my four bedroom house Lock the door and drive away But we are "taken care" of We can though call our daughter, Or other child, they might take . . . Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Sherry Blue Sky,s prompting post