I’ve had my three score
and ten, and more
as I lurch towards the finish line
it’s nothing but a series of rude surprises
Is it unbecoming
an old fart
to comment on his condition?
Shouldn’t I just shut up
and deal with it?
Can’t I, at least,
warn the young about what awaits?
Tell them to make the most of their youth
That splendid state of strength and insane love of life