me,
i spent a good amount
of my adolescence wondering
how it would be

without
sound and/or reflection
(a tricky time)
then in my twenties

came alcoholism
and monetarism
(-lack and
cognac!)

then,
me,
in my thirties-
(it got bad!)

mortality
came a knocking-
(a bad baby and a
kaas souffle..)

they do say-
life it begins at
forty-
(spain and me)

50
what to say
cancer came and
went-
(not me)

sixty one
still on
song
so..