When the door latches,
when it is only me
in this shrinking body,
when all I must do
is what I must,
when I start to feel lucky
I must be blessed,
when I am rested
I think of aging,
when I am tired
I remember dying,
when I wake up
when I reach for a pen,
I am alive. I am living.
Image credit Joseph-Philibert Girault de Prangey, 1840 self portrait in[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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