Goal Setting

 

Got to thinking again today.

Thinking a lot is something

old men can do with a passel

of idle time to fill the day.

Anyway, I shall never own

one of those hybrid cars

capable of driving itself.

I’ll never attain the heavenly

heights of outer space in my

lifetime either.

First place and runner-up,

hell, even last place are no

longer achievable in the

realm of possibility for me.

So, what on God’s green

earth has an old codger

such as I got to look

forward to?

In pictures and words,

I do post memories of

my past on Facebook

every day.

I can write on days when

the muse favors me. I can

while away the hours with

music and garbage on TV.

I suppose I should be

grateful when I manage

to make it to the bathroom

on time.

And thus far, I have been

able to reach the kitchen

for lunch and dinner

without falling.

While the visiting nurse

from the VA told me to

set a goal for myself each

day, I came up with one

word—Breathe! A rudi-

mentary bodily function

for the past seventy-four

plus years have become

fondly accustom to.

Many folks I have known

in my lifetime have succumb

to no longer that basic

accomplishment. Damn,

not even that will I be the

first or the last.

Oh, wise ass, eh? Now

there’s a sort of mastery

I’ve managed to maintained

gracefully with age.

I figure I’ve got to rank

somewhere up there

with the best of them.

          -30-

Chris Hanch 10-8-2021