As I lay before you here - gray, thin, bedraggled, sick and
weak - Hang on for just a moment!
Just as now I am pausing in my vigorous, full-color life,
equally as vibrant as yours is to you
Just as the long-dead doctor who spanked me into life so far
in my past was, way back then
Do you try to imagine as he did then, and I did later, that
you are me and I am you?
I was a boy who was glad not to have been created as an
adult and especially not an old man
This useless and wornout husk you see now, did once actually
quiver and overflow with life
Slowly, so slowly, despite all my best efforts and
intentions, it must have all come to this
I lay gurgling, learned to crawl, walked, ran, walked again,
sat down and now lay here, still
I apologize in advance and thank you so much from the real
part of a life to your busy future
I likely don’t have a lot to say right now, but know that
once even I could make a little sense
This shrunken and dried chrysalis, from which I am about to
emerge, actually served me well
These bent and twisted fingers that can now barely even feed
me, could make a daily music
I know not if memories of any of this will remain across the
years, to my shrunken perspective
But once a light burned so furious and bright it often
brought joyful tears to my eyes
I sat with my elders and later, my loved ones closer than
you sit to me now and pondered
Are my eyes empty and blank, drugged or filled with pain,
with no trace of this life now?
Once my faculties were sharp and my reflexes quick and I
took the measure of this world
Its hard now to believe that I will strive merely not to
soil my sheets and can barely sit up to eat
Yes, I knew the impossibility of imagining the weak and
withered as the young and strong
But, I swear to you that my own life was no faded
photograph, incomparable to your present
The meaning of my time may well be invisible to you and
forgotten by me…but here it is real
I may have forgotten running miles, skiing steep slopes and
swimming those huge blue swells
So, go ahead and make your pronouncements but simply
remember that I made them, too
For all that remains to me is all that will remain to you, far sooner than you can
prepare for
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