The Brass Ring
The question's raised, continues on,
’Bout cancers cells and if they're gone,
Or sprung up new in body mine –
For I live on, and feel quite fine.Each quarter-year I go back in,
Get blood-work done, check how it's been;
Each cycle round, horse up and down
On cyclic merry-go-a-round.In former days brass ring was found;
Kids reached each time it came around;
A prize was gained if you could grasp
Brass ring above – like life which passed.Will horse be up as ring goes by?
Or drop as I reach to the sky?
Will I rise up too late this round?
When will my chance at life be found?But those games end, now I'm pruned back
As energy and time I lack;
I find it's “use or lose” these days –
A blessing mixed, as focus pays.A woman thirty-something smiled
And held the door for me the while;
Ah! Now I see – my turn’s comes ’round
Her beauty's trumped when age is found.In this I hear a thanks from folks
Which rises up o’er ageist jokes;
As we in turn some honour give
To pioneers who ’fore us lived.Now more of life is focused there,
On health and the things for which I care;
I cannot live my former way –
Brass ring's a part of younger play.navigation