With my remaining years
I don’t desire
Travel to far-away places
As much as I desire
Travel within
And to know myself well
To leave some measure
Of wisdom
To those
Coming into the world
As I’m leaving it
To remind myself
And others
That an average life
An average appearance even
Isn’t so bad
That there are worse things
In life
Than being chubby
Like lacking empathy
Or living void
Of compassion
For instance
That most of us
Get to a point in life
When our bodies will
No longer
Conform
When we feel
More vulnerable
Than strong
And this is
To be expected
This is a right
Of passage
And the good news remains
Life is still ok
Life is still good
Our vessels
Wear down
With use
All efforts
To get them back
In factory condition
Are futile
But mostly
They still drive
Even if they sometimes
Make a tinny sound
Or need higher quality fuel
They still take you
Where you need to go
So go
Don’t waste
One minute more
Apologizing
To the world
Or yourself
For what
Is visible proof
Of a life
Being lived