I haven’t got time to be sick any more
and I’m way too busy to die.
My dance card’s filled for the year ahead
and I’ve barrels of fish to fry.
There are shelves of books I’ve yet to read
and a thousand poems to write
and so many things to think about
they keep me up at night.
There are countless roses to be smelled
and chocolates to be tasted
and hours and days and months to love
and never a chance is wasted.
I’m reveling in experience,
I’m feeling fit and fine.
When the reaper comes to take me out,
he’ll have to wait in line.
~ from Acting My Age (Aeolus House, 2013)
