The recent visit of my father to my town brought smiles to my face.

A walk in the sun,

Breakfast at the “Talk of the Town”,

Cutting lawns,

Fixing stairways,

Sharing all together.

xxx

These are the halcyon days of the summer of my life.

An undernourished well receives no sympathy,

Once used, or unreplenished they leave me to nature;

Suddenly I am now a landmark of where others used me,

And then deserted me, once I was spent.

xx

Yet, I am not done, but rather waiting,

Patiently,

Until I can be of service again.