Having lived my allotted
three score and ten,
looking back
becoming a comfortable habit while
looking forward
adds urgency to each mornings awakenings,
I could well live
with the assurance
of one score more,
even another,
if Science grows accommodating .
I have lived an ungluttonous life
but in this hope,
I become a famished, rooting hog
snuffling every truffle
in sight.
Poems by Ken 