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