Last Year

69 years

And I think this will be my last year.

By all measures I am in good health.

Oh, sure, I wake up somewhat stiff.

I have arthritis in my hands.

But I walk three miles nearly every day,

And I stretch.

But I know my family history,

And I wait for the other shoe to drop.

So, I will take this year seriously and leave no stone unturned.

I will hug everyone I love whenever they let me,

I will give my wife the third eye kiss

no matter how many times she tells me it’s silly

And pushes me away.

I will smell each and every flower and sneeze with glee,

For death may take me, but I won’t surrender life.

So this will be my last year, but I am ready.

If I am 70,

I will review my thought process on my imminent demise

And rededicate myself in the same way.

After all, I may have to do so over and over and over and over again.

If so, so be it.

Life goes on, while death awaits.

Last Year

69 years

And I think this will be my last year.

By all measures I am in good health.

Oh, sure, I wake up somewhat stiff.

I have arthritis in my hands.

But I walk three miles nearly every day,

And I stretch.

But I know my family history,

And I wait for the other shoe to drop.

So, I will take this year seriously and leave no stone unturned.

I will hug everyone I love whenever they let me,

I will give my wife the third eye kiss

no matter how many times she tells me it’s silly

And pushes me away.

I will smell each and every flower and sneeze with glee,

For death may take me, but I won’t surrender life.

So this will be my last year, but I am ready.

If I am 70,

I will review my thought process on my imminent demise

And rededicate myself in the same way.

After all, I may have to do so over and over and over and over again.

If so, so be it.

Life goes on, while death awaits.