Creep

It’s the never-ending creep of old age that’s affecting my thoughts. The ones that make you want to evaluate what has been sixty odd years of living day to day, event to event, and the monotony of nights away from someone you loved just years ago.

But I am still alive, ready to impart a bit of my wisdom to my grandchildren. Still alive, due to the miracles of modern medicine and the engineers of my CPAP machine — my nighttime companion.

Tomorrow is
another phone call —
will her professional voice
say my medical claim
has been rejected?