Dylan Thomas, poet and liver. (Photo: Wiki Commons)
“Don’t Grow Old”
As he lay on his deathbed
my father’s parting words to me
were “Don’t grow old.”
He made it to 90 …
But his last years were no fun
and he suggested I avoid them,
though he didn’t say how.
Now that I am only 15 years
from 90 myself, I can’t help
wondering at what point
he would have chosen
to pass away.
How does one know when
too much is enough?
For him it might have been
when his legs gave out and
he could no longer play golf.
I know there will be a day when
I won’t be able to bust a move
or do a swing-out…
But as long I can hear the music
that makes me want to dance,
I don’t think I’ll have to worry
about growing too old.
Reece Burka
5/15/2021