“He certainly has the zest for life”, the nursing home continuum decided. They all wished they could dance the swing with the friendliest nursing home attendants, but sadly that was not to be. Dyed red grey haired ladies always wore their finest dress or sparkled shawl to these Sunday night parties. Bent over men with canes tapped along to the beat, possibly remembering their old dancehall days. A few of the more able bodied Alzheimer victims dizzily twirled on their own, happy in their secreted minds. The zest for life need not be physical.
The Bag Lady 
Thank you Dan
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Very well done.
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