Fix your face she said.He wiped the smile away.
She sat on the couch and focused her attention on the re-run.
It was just a squirrel
to run around and around
in her easily distracted mind - he understood.
He sat in the faded chair
by the window and picked
with one arthritic hand at the broken seam in his pants.
Fix your mind he thought.
Her eyes got that far away look.
Today was just like that long ago yesterday.
And it now appears
It will be a repeat of tomorrow.
(Something that came to my mind as I watched an elderly couple in the restaurant. This is the life we all may dread, but some of us cannot avoid it.)