On Turning 73 Poem by Mike King

All things considered
I've passed my seventy-third year.
I'm entering my seventy-fourth
Still glad to be here.

How and why this is
I don't know.
But there will be a time
When its time to go.

Each day brings me
Nearer my demise.
Demise sounds so final-
It's over, kaput, close the eyes.

Life is a trial
With promises to keep.
Why live in denial
Before it's time to sleep.

Get used to hardship,
Get used to letting go
Of things we love the most,
Of those we used to know.

That this life is all there is
Some do reckon
Getting and spending
They fail to hear the beckon.

Your reputation is the
Only treasure you take.
The rest is dressing-
Be aware of what you make.