A reflection at 86
I smile at the decisions I did not make
for every time I faked, flaked, and snaked
I cry at the will of the world
it takes and breaks without remorse
and didn't see
what was inside of me
from lost potential a life was formed.
In a stringent form, a fleeting storm
farewelled my sense of freedom
The earth never bent when I walked upon it
when I bulldozed my parents world with my whirlwind decisions
skills that I lacked and a knowledge unfinished
I tried what I could to move a single pebble
but if a saint couldn't do it, then neither could a rebel.
I wanted to live till I was 96
now 10 years doesn't feel like a guarantee
But all I wanted was to see
the change of the century
from 99 to 100
A numbers difference, a monumental deliverance
Why does it matter to me?
Can life be measured in how many
heads up pennies you found?
Or how many times we
scoured the ground
for a clover
so we could win the lottery?
How we won big in Vegas
and lost bigger back home?
Either way, we are here.
A past not forgotten, not forgiven, nor loved.
Didn't shake hands with it, didn't give it a hug
The past cannot be changed
but the future isn't certain
Here's to 10 more years,
if the years are worth livin'.