Curiosity

Imaging you are 103 year old.

You are still alive and kicking,

You still like playing marbles,

eating too many pieces of cake

on your birth day, dating with

much younger woman (at least

twenty years your current age).

You are still packing your nose.

Is that what makes lives worthy?

What is left when everything

has been? When hope is gone?

The last cooky in the glass jar.

The very first beams of sunlight

after a fatal pitch black night.