I look at seventy-four
and that which came before.
It is the forgotten I miss;
the remembered
I carry with me in memories.
I look at seventy-four
and only that which
came before.
Can’t see in front of me,
that which lies ahead
remains a mystery.
Pills and bills, I suppose.
Older and wiser
may hopefully apply
should I survive
to see seventy-five.
See no practical reason to
imagine otherwise.
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Chris Hanch 5-6-2021
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