Straight in the Eye
I remember when the years were kind.
New experiences and silly mistakes.
Every day full of questions. Who will I become?
I never looked in death’s direction.
I remember when I became a man.
Each milestone felt more and more foreign.
Husband, father, grandfather.
I noticed death lingering in the corner.
I remember realizing there’s more life behind me than ahead of me.
New aches and pains; deep lines on my skin.
I wish I had the energy.
I couldn’t look death in the face.
I remember when my body listened to me.
Now I walk on three legs.
I’m tired. I’m always tired.
I look death straight in the eye.