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Today I ponder Irrelevancy!

I do so unoutloud.

I'm just relaxing, floating,
on a wistful cloud.

Do I seem irrelevant simply because of age?
Is this to be my last and final stage?

Is it because of where I choose to stand?
Or could it be
. “My head's been buried in the sand!”

Cecelia 2009