Though once I enjoyed company and talk,
I ‘ve become a hermit as I age.
I value stillness,silence as I walk.
And news of politicians makes me rage.
Familiar friends are welcome at my door
Cats may sit upon my generous lap
Spiders may make webs from drapes to door.
Letters from the distant fill the gap.
I hate to argue when we have no facts
But shouts and yells are there to force my will
I even fear that some will grab an axe
And with their violence render me quite still.
For force is now the medium of the day
Conversation dies when friendships fray.
How my heart sings 