Not To Wonder

years have passed and time slipped by I don’t want to sit and wonder why what have I not done but meant to am sure somewhere I have a list to do. ticks of the clock meant very little but time now is getting brittle the day ends before I am ready slow pace and not very steady I never counted the candles on the cake but now it looks like a bonfire stake had a few tv channels in black and white the anthem would play at midnight the evening paper was just a dime my bills were paid ahead of time never got much in the way of mail envelopes from Medicare now come in a bail when the choir sang ‘nearer, my God to thee’ they rose and turned towards me went to the visiting hours of a close friend out the way out a sign said see you again yesterday I needed to go into town took the wrong train and went out bound left my car at the station with keys intact so that I wouldn’t lose them when I got back last night I saw so many birds in the park it was really pines cones just after dark my doctor told me I had years ahead but asked me to pay him today instead As I noticed the hands on the cuckoo clock it will soon be time for the bird to squawk he won’t have to worry about getting old someday he’ll be the head of the household