Didn’t Get the Memo
Nobody told me
how easy old age could be,
even with speed limits,
a little forgetfulness,
a little forgetfulness,
too many -ologists.
Nobody told me
how easy it would become
to just say no,
to not let people
who don’t matter much
matter too much.
Nobody told me
that nobody would care
what my major was.
They want to know
what I have done,
what I will do.
Nobody told me
that nobody but me is
in charge of my happiness.
No matter how uncomfortable
some days are,
I realize that I chose them.
I’m having a great day,
or a greater day.
The prospects are endless.
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