A Plethora of Poetry

Outlasting all my friends and some family, I wish to live to be one hundred twenty. A plethora of days to write poetry as my last petals fall, grandkids a’plenty. I wish to live to be one hundred twenty. All my parts working, brain, heart, eyes, and ears. As my last petals fall, grandkids a’plenty, what an ideal way to live out my years. All my parts working, brain, heart, eyes, and ears... Think, at that age, if my life were well-spent, what an ideal way to live out my years on those days that go like this one just went. Think, at that age, if my life were well-spent a plethora of days to write poetry. On those days that go like this one just went, outlasting all my friends and some family.