Betsy Doll & The “Loner”

I have been self-sufficient all my life.

In my younger Harlem days, I was known as a “loner.”

I am on the verge of tears when I think of Betty.

I miss her.

It’s hard for me to accept she will be gone forever.

As in my youth, I am once again “a loner,” but I won’t be for long.

At the close end of my long and fruitful life, I won’t be around long.

Surrounded by attentive living friends and children, having no bodily aches or pains, with the help of my walker I am able to get around. 

I have no complaints.

Nada, Zilch.

I am one “lucky hombre.”

I wish you have my luck.

A song goes through my mind.

“Those were the days, my friend

I though they’d never end”

Love to all,

Morrie

A wish …

I hope in the next life I have the same family.

(January 1, 2021)