Not My Final Answer
(at the prospect of turning 90)
Something funny happened
must stay awake when
it happens again
The moving finger
writes to extend three
score and ten
Now that I
have forgiven
my past
Having escaped
the illusion
of boxes
Living in the intense
reality of
transformation
Engaged in
the search for
better questions
Letting go of the
clutch of clever
defense mechanisms
Shaking off
the need
to fit in
Joyously aware that
age is not a
disability
Enriched by rare
moments
of joy
Injured when I didn't
know enough
to be sorry
Scars of mostly
self-inflicted bumps
and bruises
Little time left
to belabor
life's offenses
No room to host
fear or
anger
Cutting back
on sighing
and arguing
Going to bed in
love waking up
in love
Reviewing new
ways to say
thank you
Tracing new designs
from recycled
trash
Challenged by
a God that
grows with me