At ninety
For Bob
A good journey
Never to marry
The painter
Runner
Photographer
Treasure hunter
Is losing
The memory
Of where went
The Kodachromes
The way home
Friends gone
Living alone
We sit silently
Wondering
Whatever would we do
Without TV
And I have not the
Heart to say
TV was obsolete
When you were
Eighty.
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