I’m not enjoying aging very much:
the looser skin; the evening lassitude;
the loss of visibility; the touch
of varied ailments; disappointing food;
the fear of falling down; the drive to nap;
the mislaid nouns and names I now forget;
the extra time it takes to piss or crap;
the shock of mirror images. And yet…

Detecting the direction of the train
before I reach the platform, I employ
my ears not-yet-decrepit and I grin.
Life isn’t over yet, is my refrain –
my future may be filled with work and joy –
apparently, I’m eager to begin.