November 13, 2015
Entertaining the Ancestors
I hear the ancestors laugh when I complain about my old bones
Especially Uncle Bunt, who I once told “you are not bad for your age”
Young friends and family may one day complain about their old bones
If the gods decide to spare them to ripen in old age
The ancient ones are there for me, and I am here for them
And I will be there for those that follow me whether or not
They complain about their old bones – but I will laugh at them!
Sandy Burnfield November 13th 2015
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