Being Good Felt Like A Heavy Coat,

I Still Have Everything You Gave Me It Is Dusty On The Edges. It Is Slightly Rotten. I Guard It Without Thinking. I Focus On It Once A Year When I Shake It Out In The Wind. I Do Not Ache. I Would Not Trade.

Being Good Felt Like A Heavy Coat, So I Took It Off.

I'm Writing Mostly To Thank You For Living You Eighty Years And To Tell You I Love You And Think Of You Often.

Sometimes There’s No One To Listen To What You Really Might Like To Say At A Certain Moment. The Paper Always Listens.

Only Kindness That Raises Its Head From The Crowd Of The World To Say It Is I You Have Been Looking For, And Then Goes With You Everywhere Like A Shadow Or A Friend.