I humbly offer this request
so that you might hear me out,
you may be quite enlightened
to finally learn what I'm on about.

I'm trying not, to "up-one" you
like some importance from ones' youth,
but, should you finally reach my age
then, you'll know I speak the truth.

For instance, I'm at long last convinced
that an accidental shove,
is probably some message
angel sent, from up above.

Or, how often when your memory
solidly tries to return,
there's probably a lesson there
that you ultimately will not learn.

Sometimes, I'll dream and reminisce
and I wish it wouldn't start,
because, remembering is what anchors me
to the things close to my heart.

But, in the end I find myself
reminded of my age,
where I'm allowed to read one book,
with but one chapter, and one page.

Then, I'm reminded what I know
and, it all becomes so clear;
everything mentioned in that volume
are things I cherish, and hold dear.

If they would ever make a movie
of my page, in that big book,
the film would never be about me
my supporting cast, would deserve the "look".