A note to my 85-year-old self lies
on my desk
[yet to be read & yet
to be opened & yet to be written
‘less this counts] –
twenty-six-
years ahead –
a near-to third life
by Biblical measurements –
Lives
lived well in that time by others –
burnt out & crashed too –
silvery
count into final days –
how to do
this end-most phase with grace –
how to not live under its shades?