Mitch said: “I’m trying hard to live
I think about it constantly:
A century is an abyss not all
“This field, once, was home to brains
And paint the mystery, how time
Describes the line (that’s history)
Where people (at the tangent point)
Bear the weight, or run behind.
Into those dances oceans sing
Leon Schapiro fled
First to Paris then New York.
Of the Jews, white hair, blue eyes,
Beret. Right off he said: “We need
To be old is terrible.”
Eighty, in Jamaica, kept
A shop and the beach towel concession.
Jimmy asked his son’s wife’s friend
Away with him, to fish in warmer seas.
Heller, rhymed behind his desk:
How does that help
When you’re old
And it’s cold
In your soul?
My son is so religious he
At the same table with me.”
I didn’t hear at all, or hearing
The softly said need not
And turned back to the book,
The ball beneath the sycamore.
Also thundered like the god
Most, doesn’t wonder about might
“Have you changed at all
To live longer?” “No, as always
Right food and rest. Also avoid
Also disbelieve in numbers.