As I See It

I Look at it this way, that one day years ago

I walked several miles, that one day somehow

managed to get me here where I am today.

And likewise, that one time I ate a healthy

meal, you know that low carb, meatless platter,

only green vegetables and fruit. I figure that one

time and place put me where I stand today. Too,

and it may seem obnoxiously untrue to you, but

it has taken an Everest-sized mountain of spent

cigarettes which I have smoked over the years to

get me here. It was the one day I bathed and the

hundreds more I didn’t. Happened to be all the

misdeeds and a few good ones too which have

seen me through. And, good lord, all those blurry

days of booze far outweigh the sober and aboli-

tionist ways. Nowadays, the seventy-two years

I have attained seem a modest measure of time

as far as the human experience goes, but I’m here

to tell you that span of life is a hell of a lot more

than most. Why, I have known the conscientious

and saintly who have lived far more virtuous days

in a row than I. And they wound up 6-feet under

before their time. I figure, looking back throughout

history, life appears to be crap-shoot-roll-of-the-dice

affair. As I see it, it all boils down to that one day

you either did or you didn’t—the day of the plane

crash you happened to take the train. Likelihood

is, my friends, that day just could to be today.

Who in hell is counting anyway?

Chris Hanch 3-31-19