“Don’t get old!” she says to me.
(She is ninety-two.)
But I’m not sure there’s anything else
that I can do.
Knowing that I am still young
and knowing what I don’t,
sometimes I wish for long-term age
on a short-term loan.
Someday I’ll know a life’s worth; now
I make do with what I do.
If I keep doing what I’m doing,
soon I’ll be ninety too.
