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Nostalgia the disease of my people

In the sixties my people weren’t fat
And ” my people ” were my extended family
I can see my people laughing, smoking, playing horseshoes on a Sunday afternoon

In the 10s everyone is fat
My people.  your people
I see them sipping bottled water, talking about cholesterol
Dying
without the laughter

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About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

7 responses »

  1. wherearetheheros

    I’m fat too

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  2. These poems are awfully good — thought-provoking, too. I’m ready to read more.

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  3. I just love this one . . .so much. 🙂 My hubby had a heart attack last Nov. The doctors were great, he’s doing good. They had wanted him to go for some rehab/exercise prior to returning to work. He went just to talk to them, check it out. But, it wasn’t for him, he said. Everyone there was old and fat. haha!

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  4. I’m fat, but laughing and losing weight. Sorry I can’t be among your people.

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    • My people are kin ,always have been but the meaning of my people has changed .
      A lot of things have changed.
      Nostalgia kind of sounds like a disease you know
      like fiba-nostalgia ….

      I am very glad for you to come by and I will be by your place.
      Maybe I can be one of your people 🙂

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