At the age of eighty I am not prepared to die <br />I still wake up each morning with a new reason to try <br />To live life to its fullest and indeed to live each day <br />Appreciating what I have as worries slip away <br /> <br />If eighty years have taught me anything they taught me that <br />Life in unpredictable; not set in one format <br />So each day I anticipate surprises and events <br />That take me down a different path without my own consent <br /> <br />Accepting twists and turns in life has many dividends <br />One never really knows from how things start how they will end <br />And many blessings started as a disappointing act <br />Yet ended as a positive and that is just a fact <br /> <br />The other fact I understand is that all life is short <br />So I pursue true happiness while misery I thwart <br />These lessons helped me live my life accepting who I am <br />While never wasting time to wine and moan ad nauseam<br /><br />Richard Lackman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-age-of-80/
