Soup & A Sandwich.......70 yrs in the making

   
     
     
Two things occurred recently which brought some thoughts.    
     
As I was shopping for groceries from a list I'd written      
I came upon '2 tomorrow soup', and as I normally write    
my lists in abbreviated fashion it struck me as peculiar,    
for I'd written not only an entire word, but also the wrong word,    
knowing it should have read '2 tom. (tomato) soup'.    
     
Later that evening I prepared a light dinner comprised of    
the aforementioned 'tomorrow soup' and a patty melt with all    
the trimmings. After eating half my meal, as I watched television,    
I noticed the sandwich tasted somewhat bland, missing the    
flavor I had anticipated. Further investigation revealed the    
sandwich was patty-less, thus reducing it to a vegan melt.    
My husband and I joked about my forgetfulness in    
leaving the patty off, however the fact I had eaten half    
before realizing it, began my pondering of the two events.    
     
a sun that dips beyond my sight    
leaves darkness in it's wake    
It's not the dying of the light    
death's always been my fate    
     
is this how it will begin    
thoughts missing from my head    
are these things, the sum of years    
results that I should dread    
     
I've chosen to accept the fact    
that time does take it's toll    
forgo all thought to launch attack    
let age not be my goal    
     
if so, the descent won't be quick    
within my waning years    
more as a clock hand by the click    
let this not be my fears    
     
should concern be more in how    
and lesser of the when    
will my final thoughts be now    
leave time up to the wind    
     
"Do not go gentle into that good night"  
    
for some their way to leave    
raging, raging to hold the light    
is not my wish to be    
     
calm, quiet, and accepting    
the route I've sought to take    
and knowing that I have  your blessing    
,...…..the icing on my cake.