Old Timer

Among descendants, there are issues now.
One has a mystery disease of eye.
Another seems amnesiac on how
to handle money, budget, or apply
parental strategy. A third won’t try
a path to health without a doctor’s fix.
I turn to pruning plants and prose, and sigh:
amazed I’m well at 10 past 66.

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