Carry

Some days you just
flash forward and you realize that,
holy crap, I've got sixty more years of this.
And then you wonder what sixty years feel like, because
whatever small amount you've acquired by this point is basically
laughable.
That's sixty years of taking walks,
sixty years of cold winters,
sixty years of walking into a sketchy Walgreen's and
staring at empty aisles. Completely normal things.
Maybe you'll walk in someday with a kid on you
arm. And then your kid's kid.
Maybe you'll go walking in a park
and have them slung behind you
piggy back.
Carry them like you
carry those sixty years past
on your shoulders.