Editor, Manteca Bulletin,
Living in a retirement home, in one respect, is like the Army, except in the latter you share the quarters. Oftentimes you share a bunk.
In both instances the person across the dining room table may be gone in the morning.
The resident who lives alone leaves evening feeling forlorn, to a dark and silent wall. I’m not surprised when I hear of women looking under their bed, hoping to find a man — joke!
People come and go in our lives, they stay a while then leave.
Every now and then someone trespasses on our hearts and we’re never the same.
Living in a retirement home, in one respect, is like the Army, except in the latter you share the quarters. Oftentimes you share a bunk.
In both instances the person across the dining room table may be gone in the morning.
The resident who lives alone leaves evening feeling forlorn, to a dark and silent wall. I’m not surprised when I hear of women looking under their bed, hoping to find a man — joke!
People come and go in our lives, they stay a while then leave.
Every now and then someone trespasses on our hearts and we’re never the same.
Irving S. Shaw
Manteca
July 22, 2009
Manteca
July 22, 2009
