I awaken to that same old thing,daily drudgery we call life.

Same towel, same toothbrush, same job, same car and wife.

The hours spent are just the same, I push myself to wake.

I wish that things were different, this is more than I can take.

I climb on out of bed and think “here we go again”, and yet

I know it wont be any different, never is, on this you can bet.

Now I get into my car and follow the same  streets and roads

and through the same as yesterday day my weary mind implodes.

Talk to me old man, you there with the deep lightless eyes

and help me find a reason to continue to ignore the cries

From all those who want to hurt me, steal this time away.

Talk to me old man, and tell me a good reason I need to stay.

Well, he started with a toothless grin and a voice so mellow

Why do you blame others for your unhappy life young fellow.

You are your own destiny, you control all that happens here,

At 102 years old I am about to die but I have no fear.

Take each day that you are graciuosly given and waste it not,

Today is what we want it to be, no more, no less, no “I forgot.”

Stop your whining and make time to see all the beauty you can

I was given a long happy life, but you may die tomorrow, young man.