You drift
through time
like floating
on an ocean,
until you wash
up on the shore
while time
drifts on
Category: cancer
And lucky
You need
to be
really fit
to survive
old age.
Always
The youngest in the room
The smartest in the room
The poorest in the room
The happiest in the room
The saddest in the room
The oldest in the room
The sickest in the room
The deadest in the room
Like flies on a carcase
Every time a poem
on the internet
mentions cancer
the spammers
and the scammers
instantly swarm
Directions
There is an old
joke, where you ask
some yokel “How do
I get to xxxx?” and
he replies “Well I
wouldn’t start
from here.”
My life feels like
that but in reverse –
how did I get here
from there?
Toss up
I don’t want
to live to be
100,
but I also
don’t want to
not live to be
100.
As are we all
The grasshoppers
are worried that
Summer is ending
and they are nearly
out of time.
Moments in time
One moment
you’re secure in the
cocoon of youth:
no ailments, at home
in your body, watching
time pass so slowly,
seeing old people
as another species,
knowing you will
never change.
The next moment
you’re not.
The tolling bell
I had a friend
who didn’t make
it to twenty.
Another never
reached forty.
One more was
gone before fifty.
Finally there was
the friend who
fell short of seventy.
I am closing fast
on my next landmark
of eighty years.
Lucky.
Sad.
Stayin’ alive
The older you
get the more
your focus shifts
from ambition
to survival
