It's on my schedule,
Written in pen.
I'll have my midlife crisis then.
Tomorrow evening at almost ten.
This poem is not to snark or mock.
I take this moment with great stock.
I cannot wait.
Speed up the clock.
The last two years have been a crime.
Medical.
Emotional.
Trying to rhyme.
Surviving one day.
One at a time.
We all can list with no thought what has happened that should not have been anyone's unfortunate lot.
My favorite quote.
Everything flows.
In hardest times the way I slow remind myself what comes will go.
I forget,
I always forget that flowing means you end up wet.
That waters rise,
You gasp and sweat.
Too much comes and can't be stopped.
Problems,
Crises,
Things get dropped.
Trouble is a bumper crop.
Yesterday I remembered the ebb in the tide,
That nothing is a one-way ride.
Stick it out to the other side.
I won't bake a cake,
That's true.
Bakeries have quite a few.
But I'll buy one,
Cause I've made it through.
I won't descend into older age.
I'll marvel at a different pace.
Crises left on a crumpled page.
I'll be lighter after tomorrow night.
I've lived my problems,
Fought my fight.
My second chance.
To do it right.
