Seventy-Seven

Sometimes it seems like yesterday
collided with today.
Yet in my mind I know it’s true,
the only thing to say
is life has passed so quickly by,
the march does not delay.

A blink, a wink, the pages turn,
the epilogue’s in sight
and I am somewhat overwhelmed
to know that I just might
live well into my 100th year,
a dubious delight.

And so when morning dawns again
the numbers will portray
the reason why, I do not lie,
I take my green pill tray,
chug down all six delicious bits,
fling wide the door and shout
“HOORAY”!