to be me
Then…
again

how awesome
for even
one grant’d wish

to
the pleasure
the pliancy
the plainness
of Youth

rush runging
the ladder
to seize Hereafter

to
the laggard
the lapse
the languidness
of Eldership

but
for the Life
that I Love—
for the Love
of my Life—

I’ll keep Today’s harvest