902 ….in my 72nd year. 04-12-2020

What does being 72
mean
that being 22
doesn’t?

Well,
one thing,
certainly!
It means I am
well out of danger
of dying before my time!

So I better have had
the time of my life
before
the time of my life
is gone.

Surely,
no one standing at my grave
will say,
“Pity! He had such potential!”
I figure everything kinetic
is pretty well
squeezed out by now!

Not much left but
remembering the memories
and hoping the effects
of my being
-causal-
are, at least,
-neutral-,
at best,
-benevolent-,

and maybe holding on for
one more kiss,
or,
glutton that I am,
maybe a 2nd.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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