I sat at the table in the cafe..

Surrounded by youthful sinews and muscled limbs….I remember when I too was one of them.  Now I inhabit an older frame of bone, sinew and muscle..

The daylight is sprayed across the room…coffee meets splendid lips, sculptured by an Ancient Greek and Roman artisans..

I weep not for times past but inhale the beauty of the day and the people who fill it..


About dyoll09

Baby Boomer ex pat in azia for 10 years. Male. Now in Melbourne for chemotherapy.

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