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The Last Decade

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by: Edward Rochester Esq - Wed, 23 Nov 2022 17:18 UTC

The Last Decade

Most likely this just might be my last decade.
I don’t envision buttering bread at 90
or having folks shout good morning
with a hand cupped behind my ear.

I do not want to undress and feel a cold
Stethoscope pressed to aged ribs,
or wonder if all pills have been swallowed,
though labeled telling of when or read
post-it's on the bathroom mirror,
reminding ‘turn off lights.’

I open the memory book, turn the page
to a scraped knee bike ride, remember the cut lawn
and a father shooting the hose at my fleeing screech.

I can smell the ocean visit or first day back to school,
with new shoes giving a bit of pinch before broken in.

Another page shows the girl next door, a first hint
of life outside the swing of a baseball bat, or the inhale of banned
tobacco, next to a stream where talk of nothing important
until the call to supper.

It’s quick, these decades, saying goodbye too many times
just when it seemed a minute ago, the visions and smile
ruled all thought.

I do have a plan, each new day the focus will be on what a joy
it was and is, this journey, too quick but worth every minute.

Edward Rochester Esq.

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