Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Friday, September 30, 2005

96 Years

is about four billion heartbeats, lots of flips, dips, flutters, breaks, a stop and a shock
It's over thirty-five thousand days, a quarter of a million hours of sleep
a hundred thousand meals
96 christmas mornings, 96 summers, several thousand orgasms
thousands of hours of pain, not enough hours of joy
but the gap is narrowing
more every day

It's a long time to get where you need to be
but some things are well worth the wait
and
we're a young 96