One Day

One day I’ll be
A sexagenarian,
a geezer
a blue hair we call them these days.

One day it will grab me, label me.
A speed limit - (God save the queen!)
then Fifty-five won’t be enough.
“I can’t drive 55”…
let alone live it.

But one day I shall
if my heart holds true
if cancer is ever so kind.

One day I’ll be
a thrice some generation,
A Dead Man Waking,
a has-been at the mall,
An invisible patron,
a ‘disposable demographic’.

One day we all are footnotes.
Heart attacks at 42,
road kills at random,
limbs or lives lost
at the whims of war
at the creak of a door
at some abortion clinic.

BOOM!