Write a poem, so I'll pen a few thoughts now.
At my age I jokingly say I dread a new
One because it means more wrinkles,
More hip pain,
More deterioration in my brain.
But Jack always said that we're not
Getting older, but just closer, thoughts
Of Elizabeth nearing her last rung.
And so, I'll embrace my day, thankful for
My family and friends who remind me
That I'm loved.
And it gives me a twinge to think that
Jack just might be remembering me too.