Faster than I thought

It’d ever happen to me,

I’ve wandered into the

world of the elderly.

At 73,

10 to 15 more years

is a good bet for me.

Genetics and healthy life

will moderate

the whiling away of my days

and,

given the actuarrial point of view

that more men are due

to fade beyond the blue

than women do,

companionship would not be hard to find

if the tragic unexpected

happened to my one and only.

So,

what the hell!

Enjoy the slowing pace,

the wrinkling face…

Wave to that next door widow

squeegying her Corvettes front window.

Invite her on a walkabout.

Discover how much you have

to talk about.

All those years…

The grassy knoll in Dallas.

“One small step for man…”

The Dakota.

And that funny time when…