I’m turning 65 in a few, too short days.
Another of those seeming inevitable
a lesson in the passing of time,
a reminder of my begrudging lack of control.
I stand at the intersection of, “I don’t want
and the certainty that, “I don’t want to live
You know, trying to choose between my fears
or that dwindling “quality of life” business.
One thing I ask. And I hope it’s not too much.
If there is any possibility,
please, don’t let death have its way
while in the midst of this political sewer.
I mean I’ve got kids and grandkids.
And I’d like to think I could have the peace
of leaving them in a better place,
when I say that last goodbye
and cross over to that place
where I hope to worry no more.
Read at SpeakEasy 23 - March 2, 2019