my path going forward, clinging to the cliff face
something truly happened to me
I fell deeply in love with you
I cannot help myself that is just the way I am
this tick tock life I have, measuring the person I am
seeing the decline, of my physical attributes
flapping flesh where muscle used to be
cognitive, on the stake
emotion ever threating, waiting to explode
I am a dyed in the wool realist
a firm believer in the undyeable truth of
“ you’re only as good as your last performance”
all that’s left is to cut the cloth on hand
it’s a working man’s life I have
at the age of seventy-five
I can only see life through that filter
peeling back the years brings comfort
counting blessing, an attitude of gratitude overwhelms me
problem solving defined who I am all my years
something tells me not to over think
action decisive and conclusive is the matter of my day!
