Thinking at 3 Am

The house is quiet at 3 AM, no creaking, no sound except for the small bells that always ring in my ear. It is as though the house and kitchen and floor and chair are there only as a cocoon for my thinking. An old mans thoughts do not lack consistency.As man for eons has seen himself the keeper, so do Istill take on the role of provider and protectorThe poems in Thinking at 3 AM are tender, poignant, and frank expressions of the emotions of aging and the last phases of life. They also deal with