It’s true, that in my youth, I was beset
With fear that I might lose my life, and yet
I must say that the fear was quite offset
By treating life just as I did roulette.
I’d go all out and never hedge a bet.
The fear of loss was one I’d never met.
I’d raise the stakes and never break a sweat.
My life became an appetite to whet,
A banquet that I never will forget.
And now, a member of the senior set,
I may be past my prime, but I don’t fret.
I’ve used life well, and now I’m pleased to let
The ones that follow get their tootsies wet.
And true to form, I hope that they can net
A life like mine, for now that I’m a vet,
There’s little more that I could hope to get,
And as the end draws near, with no regret,
Old death becomes a promise, not a threat.