I’M EIGHTY-SIX

 

I’m eighty- six.

There are plenty of eighty-six year olds around —

some in great shape — others poor.

Who was the first man to become that old?

How long ago was that?

What did he look like?

What did he wear, if anything?

What did he eat?

What did he do all the day long?

With whom did he live?

 

Crazy thoughts, perhaps

but if they are running around in my head

I’ve got to do something with them.

So I am telling you and encouraging you

to have similar thoughts.

Maybe such thoughts will drive other thoughts

from your mind

and maybe this will be a good thing.

If not, no matter — just a suggestion.

 

The most curious part of this investigation

is the WHERE and WHEN and WHAT DID HE LOOK LIKE?

If you and I go back this way together

we’ll likely  come to see that we’re related.

Wouldn’t that be a find?

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