Resiliency

Something I admired about my father

As he got old and started to lose his

Moxie little by little

He always began by denying he had

Any problem

But when it became

Undeniable

He shrugged and made appropriate

Adjustments

And never looked back with regret

He was resilient

A springy old man

I want to be just like him

Because believe me

Nothing stays the same unless you are dead.

About Karen To and Fro

Everything you didn't want to know about me!
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