Thursday, April 27, 2023

poem

I'm Living Until I'm 100

So I am fifty now

Nothing to panic about 

Another year closer to god

A word I use as a placeholder

But not for the notion of death

There is no word for what I mean

It’s another year further from god too

Neither closer nor further

Still living, slowly dying

Let’s simply call it breathing

Half inspiring

Half expired

Old enough to have acquired some wisdom

Young enough to still believe it’s worth anything 

Half learned 

Another half to know 

All of it soon enough forgotten 

I love you life

Half given

The rest for the taking


4/27/23

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