Awaiting

In my twenties, no one told me
that one day,
I wouldn’t be able to sleep through the night.

In my thirties no one told me
that one day,
I’d no longer be able to walk five miles each afternoon.

In my forties no one told me
that one day,|
I’d be dealing with one chronic illness or another.

In my fifties, no one told me
that one day,
my recall would be too slow to perform well at Jeopardy.

In my sixties, no one told me
that one day,
my main topic of  conversation would be doctors and  medication.

In my seventies, now I‘m anxiously awaiting to see
what else I haven’t been  told.

 

 

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Kathy Wicht
    Jul 16, 2016 @ 09:26:25

    Love this ditty !! You should write for the NEW YORKER.

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