I’m getting my affairs in order. By affairs I don’t mean love affairs - They got ‘ordered’ long ago. You reach an age where you no longer Think yourself un-deadly; Getting one’s affairs in order is a ‘getting ready’ - You who having left your prime, Traveling through time not only limited to astronauts. Life support that may have passed, ‘Affairs in order’ is the comfort of a passport, No more a worrywart divisive, Indecisive about treasure gathered over years, Tied and bound by tears nostalgic; Wondering who’ll want this, where shall this land? Pondering over hindering or squandering. You want those apples of your eye, Your prides and joys, To go someplace where they’ll be loved; Want to leave the place you lived Not just an empty space but gift received. We weave a life we’d wish to leave, Woven for those far or near, bereaved or dear, And that means putting your affairs in order From consideration of a future - Not of yours but of the other.
Getting Your Affairs In Order 3.22.2021 Birth, Death& In Between III; Arlene Nover Corwin