Thursday, July 9, 2020

When a Leaning Becomes a Slope

I’m almost seventy.
I haven’t worked in at least six years.
How am I doing cognitively?

Well, my propenclities
are still in place. No fear,
at almost-seventy,

of proper gravity—
partly because I gave up beer.
But to return to the how-am-I-doing-cognitively

question: my spelling is shitty,
and my handwriting is some of the worst you’ll see.
But at almost-seventy

I still have pretty good energy—
I walk six or seven miles a day.
OK, too bad I’m so dodgy

about my remaining marbles. Never analytically-
inclined (I got a low math score on the GRE),
at almost-seventy,
I’m faring surprisingly.