My Haven and my Penitentiary

Books, Objets d’art
Two cats and tile floors
Granddaughter toys
Friends who visited
Working and worrying
Loving and Dreaming.
Conversations and arguments
With all kinds of people
Young and old
And some in between.
I work here
I sleep here
I eat here.
I watch tv here.
I compute here.
I live my life here
In this room.

Sometimes I leave
And go for a walk.
Once in a while
I get in my car
And pick up groceries.
But not often.

My life has changed.
Has taken over.
Now I worry
About my family
And my friends
And the whole world.

My life has changed
But not really
For the worse:
It’s just different.

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