I’ve aged to that perilous moment

when my peers are passing on!

And I just got word

a dear old friend has died.

I guess I’ve reached well passed the danger

of dying before my time

and each heart beat I get

I know’s a gift.

So the urgent need I felt this morning

when I woke from a good nights sleep

was to bow my head and bend my knee

in a prayer of “Thank-you, God”.

I hear the old folks scoffing,

“Hell! Age is just a number!”

But I know it’s more than that

when mine are running out.

So what choice do I have but to cherish,

to suck each second dry.

Like the juice of a meyer lemon,

sweet and sour on my tongue?