Can life much better get? I feel today
as wise as 90 and as lithe as 10,
vivacious, self-amused, about to play
at work and working play for gain again.
I’m somewhat irresistible. I’m told
I speak too loudly, but I never care
to change. I must admit I love me bold:
as long as I can breathe I’ll fill the air.

I count today a page of ecstasy
within a journal luckily benign.
I’ll lock this self-content in memory
to peek at when I’m sad. I’m feeling fine
right now; my present benefits include
extreme esteem of me, and gratitude.