It isn’t over till its over

It isn’t over till its over
Ruminating on these words
Chewed thoroughly wondering
Being over the hill in zen valley
How does it particularly feel?
Popping scripts and supplements
Pain killers on and off, attempting
To put a cheery face on everything
As bones get manipulated expertly
Age does give freedom of sorts enabling
Frisky mind’s horses to bolt without too
Many faux pas and missed heart beats,
Mostly laying money where my mouth is
Recriminations no longer worry
Worries have taken the powder
Retreated knowing I am not having
Any, death having never scared me
Physical limitation will never bar
Me from doing whatever I wish
I’ll continue to waltz globally
Exiting when willing and ready


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