It's Not a Good Time to Be Eighty
It’s not a good time to be eighty
My wife said in a voice soft and sweet
Having recently had my eightieth birthday
My heart just skipped a beat
“Whatever do you mean, my dear?”
I asked, with bated breath
She said some famous octogenarians
Have recently met their death
Pete Rose prompted her observation
He had his last time up to bat
Kris Kristofferson had died a few days before
Really hurt when I heard that
It always catches our attention
When we hear a famous person died
A reminder of our mortality
That cannot be denied
Of course, it is more intense and painful
When we lose a loved one or close friend
But we don’t usually think about
How and when our own life will end
There is something about turning eighty, though
That brings the process close to home
We’ve surpassed our life expectancy
Our flight is approaching the landing zone
Still, death isn’t something that we dwell on
But it no longer seems surreal
Obituaries of younger folks we knew
Underscore that it is real
Feel like I’m getting too serious here
Saddened by memories of those who’ve passed
Hell, we are all sitting on ticking time bombs
One day our bomb will blast!
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