Sunday, November 26, 2023

my sense of myself

As I lay me down to sleep

Listening to my body in the dark 

As it quiets down to a whisper

And my thoughts drift into silence 


I take in my sense of myself

Doing much better than I expected 

Considering my seventy-seven years

Perhaps to see many more


No fearsome diagnosis received yet

With only minor pains that subside

No mobility or balance issues or frailty 

Unlike so many people my age 


Sometimes struggling to find a certain word

Still the memories of a lifetime remain intact 

So in my experience every day is good

With no worries about what comes next


Not to say it won't happen to me one day

Being disabled or otherwise incapacitated 

Though I prefer not to think about it

Hoping never to become a burden to you


Not being given the choice of our endings

Rather than dwell on difficult possibilities

Better to be happy for what we have

And continue along enjoying our lives