old friends–
we used to talk about sex
nowadays
life, death and the gradations
of a peony’s petals
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Haiku-doodle 
You have that right! I find that my own conversation bores me. Think of how it must bore others.
Adelaide
Hmm . . . Thanks, I think, Adelaide. Although I’m not quite sure how to take your comment . . .
What I meant was that I find that I too often talk of dying and aging and all the aches that come with aging. Sometimes I catch myself and realize I’m bored with my own talk. And, if I’m bored, the listener must be even more bored. I remember the giggling conversations with friends when younger when we talked about sex and marriage and the life not yet lived but hoped for.
Gotcha. Agreed. . .