Glad I don’t have a calendar on the wall
or wear a watch on my wrist. I’d be crossing
off the days and months like crazy and
frequently eyeing my wrist to catch a
glimpse of time flying by. That’s no way
to live a life, or so I have been told. For
this moment in time I am here where life
has left me with but a slice of the devises
which got me here in the first place. I am
grateful I am not twenty-five again when I
wasn’t sure then where the hell I was headed.
Sure, I had the looks and the stamina to
propel me onward into the unknown.
And today my old age tells me my days
are numbered. I have come to understand
they always were. Today is and always was
the time and place for me. I hope your day
and time are suitably fine as well.
I have known a lot of folks
in my time
who can no longer speak for themselves.
-30-
Chris Hanch , no date and time required
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