When did an old person ever collect puppets for amusement and magic?
When did an old person get so self-absorbed playing that her son disowned her? (Hope I’m smarter than that when I get old).
When did an old person collect pieces of lightning and pretend they were dog turds? (I should hope not).
When did
an old person ever sneak in the cookie jar and empty it? (Surely not!)
When did an old person pout because it was raining, and sing Rain Rain Go Away?
When did an old person ever hang up their stocking on Christmas Eve? And GET something!
When did an old person ever go chasing rainbows?
When did an old person ever prefer Raggedy Ann to Barbie?
When did an old person avoid looking in the mirror?
When did an old person who wouldn’t look in he mirror say “I’m not old?” SEE? I’m NOT!
If you ride a trolley long enough you’ll come to the end of the line. You can then remember the sights and stops, the riders that come and go. Maybe trouble on the line, cross words or banter, perchance the frozen grim look of out-of-sorts folks. Perhaps that little girl with lollipop all over her face. But search the faces–all of them–whose do you want to see?
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