My Seventh Decade

As if startled awake from fitfull sleep Of dreams both cartoonish Yet with meaning deep My life having passed as this very repose A young woman Now grand dame all as I dozed For I must have been asleep At the wheel Alternately engaging disengaging at will One eightying along I sped through my life seventh decade now coming to pass How will I cram in All this life left to live before I run out of gas Hey you young motorist Yes I'm talking to you I once thought of myself As Immortal too One day you'll arrive here as Sure as night follows day So listen to the words I am moved to say Make it count slay regret at its birth Live fully and thoughtfully for all that your worth To arrive at destination (well done)