The End Game

In my new rendezvous with life
I make this assessment every day –
How much longer do I have?
There was a time when
My life and immortality were
Constant companions.

Perceptions are now my new reality.
All things are ephemeral
As wistful as the morning dew
They circumscribe and
Control my day.

I don’t live in fear rather
With the certainty that
Long endeavors and me are
As logical a sequence as 1,2, and 23.
Funny…
But poetry is now as playful
As Jack and Jill and that hill.

And so I will try to improve my skills.

More to the point
Today is about relaxation
And exploring things of the mind
Finding a bit of joy in following clues
Like the innovative moves of my two cats
Who have just shown me new ways
Of saying “I am hungry.”
They are more of a joy than ever.

I wonder if my daring move of
Yesterday will have the desired impact
On a special person.
And so today I will get the first glimpse
Of my skills at cunning and clandestine
Tactics and how they impact
On one whose mind and emotions
Are as mysterious to me as
What tomorrow may bring.
I am always surprised at my
Clumsy efforts to gage the
Will of others
But careful not to be too
Disappointed in what they do
They have their own agendas
That rarely coincide with mine.

Let it be.
My compass and my star
Are mine alone to follow
Be gracious
Offer a hand of help
Smile and move on.
Tomorrow will arrive
Soon enough.