AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Some times I will write things in my journal that should have been put and dated in my work book that I use for my poems. This is one of them.
I wish to finish all before I die!
The Fates may or may not step in, and cancel my lease.
Or I will end up an imposition to those who love me.
I wish never to be that person,
So I work as hard as I can to finish the work that was handed me.
I am fighting the age battle of no more youthful exuberance, and diminishing memory capacity.
Old age sucks!
