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I ' m Living Until I ' m 100So I am fifty nowNothing to panic about Another year closer to godA word I use as a placeholderBut not for the notion of deathThere is no word for what I meanIt ’s another year further from god tooNeither closer nor furtherStill living, sort of slowly dyingLet ’s simply call it breathingHalf inspiringHalf expiredOld enough to have acquired some wisdomYoung enough to still believe it ’s worth anything Half learned Another half to know All of it soon enough forgotten I love you lifeHalf givenThe other half for the taking4/27/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - April 27, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs