Not Yet
Perhaps it is the cynicism that comes as we [me]
[surprisingly]
age less gracefully than expected
[I don’t look 30 anymore!]
that makes each year a blessing
[I didn’t expect to still be here]
and the worst.
Equal measures of both, I think.
I'm appalled to discover how passing time escapes
my attention when
suddenly, financial planning [or lack thereof] becomes a topic
of waking concern.
As yet, I feel no compulsion to discuss that disturbing crackling noise in my knees.
Small gifts.
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