Lawrence S. Pertillar - ~66~

I was not hoping I'd forget,
I turned 66.
It just seems that 65 came and left so quick,
Becoming 66 was like...
WHAT?
And 67 is just eleven years from 78!
And I remember thinking that being 80...
Had been for those who lived to be that age,
Were dinosaurs who survived...
And were on display in convalescent homes.
Hey, I was young then.
With only wishes to see 21.
And with that done I am now 66.
Without tricks or magic.
But with 67 coming and staring at me,
I am still proud to admit to anyone...
The best years of my life are yet to come.

'Excuse me.
But do you mind if I asked a question? '

No. No, go right ahead.

'I notice you've been keeping your fingers crossed.
Is there a reason for that?
Do you suffer from arthritis? '

Arthritis?
ARTHRITIS?
Of course...uh...
Yes.
Yes I do.
I didn't think anyone would notice.

'What do you take for it? '

Lots of prayer.
But I'm considering getting a rabbit's foot to wear.

Lawrence S. Pertillar

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