A half century ago the age of Aquarius promised me personal perfection with bliss as sublime as a stroll along a beach. But since then, I’ve aged fifty years with wrinkles to prove it. So here’s my updating of the anthem “Aquarius”:
It’s embarrassing, but a medical report recently declared that my chest is “unremarkable.”
Chew on these seasoned bits of life for a little hope and humor along your highway.
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