My Pop: A World Filled with Usefulness
Pop gets up a little later now at 92. He’s earned it, as I see it.
“I feel like Aunt Mim. She told me, ‘Erwin, it takes me an hour to get out of bed.’ My this and my that aches. I’m getting to be an old man, and I don’t like it.”
“True. It’s not all that it’s cracked up to be.”
“But there’s still things I want to do. I’m not finished yet.”
“And that’s why you’ll live to be 100. That’s my goal for you. To be a centenarian. You might make it. That’s how those centenarian’s make it. They have things they are looking forward to. Things to do, places to go, people to see, a future to live.”
“Eyeah. I might make it.”
“Pop, you are a world filled with usefulness.”
I, too, hope for 100 years, but in the meantime—-
Oh, my dear God, don’t call my name
For I’m not ready, yet
I’ve many tasks I need to do
And take my time, at last.
Genie Keller