Ageing

ageing

now in my eighth decade

all my dues are paid

marriage and childbirth-- done

grandkids and greats-- a ton

friends and colleagues aplenty

more than I had at twenty

hobbies and good works abound,

as long as I’m healthy and sound

and herein lies the But--

who knows if I’ll make the cut?

every kvetch can cause worry

yet it’s better safe than sorry

so off to the doctor to check—

yet can’t be a pain in the neck

need to stay hopeful and up,

to see it half full—the cup,

remain engaged and stay humble,

stifle the whine and the grumble

be kind and warm, and smile

the future’s still mine—for a while

for the chopper could fall anytime

but at least I’ll have finished this rhyme!