Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley
The Poet Laureate of the New York Times Newsroom
Monday, May 21, 2018
I've emptied out the goodie jar
I’ve emptied out the goodie jar; the grand kids come no more.
Their parents seem to think a visit is an awful chore.
I get no invitations to go see them anytime.
I guess that growing old and ill is something of a crime.
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