I always used to look towards the future
making goals, planning for tomorrow.
Now at ninety all I can do is look back.
By the time my great grandson is old
enough to remember me I will probably
be gone. Do you think he might remember
me? Do you think I might live
another ten years? Not more
than that. Maybe a good thing
I’m losing my short term
memory. Soon I will be
happily in the present.