My face, a roadmap, each line a tale,
Of laughter, mishaps, and diets that fail.
Crow’s feet? No—smile extensions, dear,
Earned from bad jokes and too much beer.
My knees will creak like a haunted floor,
But I’ll still dance—just near the door.
But oh—what joy in the little things then,
Like finding my keys and my glasses again!
I often wonder if there’s a particular age or year I would relive, a chance to do things differently, to make different choices. But as I ponder this question, I realize that each moment, no matter how fleeting, has shaped who I am today. The joys, the sorrows, the triumphs, and the failures have all contributed to my growth and evolution.
Perhaps the true gift of life lies not in reliving the past, but in cherishing the present. To savor each moment, to embrace the beauty in the ordinary, and to find gratitude in the smallest of things…
DMT 