my body
is doing
all it can
to get me
to take seriously
the fact
that i am
getting old.
this isn’t something
i can put off
until later,
because later
i will be dead.
i am only 65,
and i could easily
go another
thirty years.
i could also go
a lot less farther.
changes need
to be made,
beginning with
taking seriously
the fact
that i am
getting old.
but taking
that seriously
means also
taking seriously
my life
is heading
to its
inevitable end.
i think
you can grok
why i fear
to not
think about it
as hard
as my body wishes
i would.