June 3: Bonus Time

I used to be on a path that led

almost certainly toward ill health

and dissolution by the time

I reached my current age, but

now the path stretches just

a bit further into the future

and I have options about what

to do with this bonus time,

earned or unearned by choice

and grace and circumstance.

I have stories to tell and songs

to sing, and there’s still time

to become less cranky so that,

when I’m truly ancient and living

in the old folks’ home, people

might still want to visit me.

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