Each day goes by,
just like the last
but I'm in the same place,
even though the days are not fast.
Not forward or back
have l gone, no way.
Just here sitting still
on the recliner all day.
New clothes, same me,
sitting here l think,
About beaches and waves
and the sun hitting my cheeks.
The warmth abounds
and the tan sets in
while the rays come down
and settle on my skin.
The memories bring a smile
and a sparkle to my eyes
as I sit in my recliner
and dream of the sun rise.
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