Sneaking to Rooms When the Lights Go Out

Teasing done between kids,
Is easy to accept.
It is infectious and expected,
When hormones are set.
And directed.

Teasing done between those elder,
Is coy, cute and fun.
Especially when the sharing of this,
Is in a convalescent home.
With someone,
Wishing to attempt to get something done.

Something that is hoped will provoke,
A sneaking to rooms when the lights go out.
And the best memories are exposed and stroked...
Gently as to not disturb those less fortunate to be touched,
In ways that raises the removal of all doubts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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