I can feel it coming.
The meridian of my life--
my back will break
and when they repair it they'll
be sure it can carry the weight of
Adult Responsibility.
Meridians always seem
bad for the younger of our race:
Remember Herod before Anno Domini?
It will be strange for a time,
saying "When I was a kid,"
when referring to last week.
Stranger still when stories become
children's stories and adult films
become films.
I should be writing furiously,
taking photographs, filling scrapbooks
leaving memos, momentos, memories:
I mustn't forget all the things I know now.
But already I'm worried about the next elections,
My imminent taxes, a future mortgage.
I save scribbling for another day.
