At 68

At sixty-eight I hesitate
What will tomorrow bring?
I'm not that man who said, " I can!"
With what was happening.

At sixty-eight I sometimes wait
To choose the path for me,
Like should I go not fast, but slow
In all that waits for me?

At sixty-eight I see my fate
As more than happenstance.
Because I find that peace of mind
Must not be left to chance!