April

When I am dead, and over me bright April.
Shakes out her rain drenched hair,
To you should lean above me broken hearted,
I shall not care.
For I shall have peace.
As leafey trees are peaceful.
When rain bends down the bough.
And I shall be more silent and cold hearted
Than you are now.

~ 72 years later ~

"Football Season Is Over."
No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age.
Relax.
This won't hurt.