The Age Of 80 Poem by Richard Lackman

At the age of eighty I am not prepared to die
I still wake up each morning with a new reason to try
To live life to its fullest and indeed to live each day
Appreciating what I have as worries slip away

If eighty years have taught me anything they taught me that
Life in unpredictable; not set in one format
So each day I anticipate surprises and events
That take me down a different path without my own consent

Accepting twists and turns in life has many dividends
One never really knows from how things start how they will end
And many blessings started as a disappointing act
Yet ended as a positive and that is just a fact

The other fact I understand is that all life is short
So I pursue true happiness while misery I thwart
These lessons helped me live my life accepting who I am
While never wasting time to wine and moan ad nauseam