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The Dustbin of Life...

When did I go from player to spectator?
When did time speed up and I slow down?
When did I go from decision maker to consultant?
When did I go from the center to the periphery?
Why is no one interested in my thoughts?
Why do the ladies no longer court my attention?
Why do people now always agree with me?
Why are my contrary opinions suddenly accepted?
Who has decided that I am no longer useful?
Who has decided to limit my travel?
Who has decided that I need full time care?
Who has decided to move me from my home?
All has been a process in the natural order.
The practical and the utility of a process
trumps the personal.
The game is dealers choice, check, draw, hold...
You never win when time is the dealer, chips are loaned
then collected as you are swept
into the dustbin of life.
Written by anvinvil (Anvillan)
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