Perspectives

Perspectives

when I was younger
I imagined my old age
would be this way or that
and envisioned scenarios
to look forward to

a respected writer
an influential teacher
a recipient of honors
teller of war stories
fixture at the coffee shop

but none of this
has come to pass

so here I am
navigating a nightmare
in charge by default
barely making it
at a task I'm
not very good at

when Sketch leaps up
onto my lap
to lick my nose
with great dedication

and I come to realize
that to have a nose
cherished by a dog
is not the worst moment

of the human condition

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