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