Until It’s Taken – On The Eve of my 73rd

On reaching the eve of seventy and three
I will light a cigar and sip a Dewars
not giving up anything
until it’s taken.

Looking over the hill, the sun is lower now
the days numbered, the shadows darker
as options fade to become commands;
no longer so distant the flashing light above the exit door

“All your problems can be solved if you will just give up the ghost!
Your arms are sagging flesh! Teeth in a glass!
Can fantasies still stir the root cellar?
Don’t you hear the dulcet tones of Gabriel’s trumpet!”

No.

I will not go gently through the portal
into that good night
I will give up nothing until it’s taken
I will warm my face in the September sun

so long as I can write the words “I like it here!”
And smile.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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10 Responses to Until It’s Taken – On The Eve of my 73rd

  1. mikemjensen says:

    I loved this! Until it’s taken. I agree.

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  2. Norman Pilon says:

    Until it’s taken, then. Enjoy!

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  3. chicagoguy12 says:

    You keep on inspiring Frank! I like this one a lot.

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  4. archecotech says:

    Loved this one! My favorite line was: Can fantasies still stir the root cellar? Got a great laugh once I caught it. And so true. The portal is getting closer everyday, it’s funny how much we see it as we grow older. At 17 I didn’t even think there was a portal, now I like yourself am heading towards the afternoon sun aging like a fine wine being ready to sipped by the elegant lips of of that wife of mine. The oak barrel I’m in now seems to be a good one though, mine eyes are opened to the more important things in life. Thanks.

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  5. archecotech says:

    Oh, I forgot. Happy Birthday.

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  6. jfwknifton says:

    Quite right too. Too many people give up the struggle far too early. And yes, a Very Happy Birthday, and Many Happy Returns!

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  7. beetleypete says:

    Happy 73rd, Frank. You are ten years older than me, and manage to give me inspiration for those ten years to come. Enjoy your Scotch and cigar.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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  8. oldpoet56 says:

    Excellent piece of work, I enjoyed the read, thank you for posting it.

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