Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Dead end, exits closed
only a wall, solid and slick
too high to climb, no ladders
for the old, a hard chair
to sit, to stare, imagination
inventing scenarios, out
of the way, no bother be told
except when they haul
your defunct carcass away
grumbling complaints, waste
of dollars, inconvenience
of time on a busy day.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 2/9/2012