Due Date

When you are seventy years old
And your mother is rounding the bend
To one-oh-one
And I am a chiselled one liner
Memorable, pithy, aphoristic dad
Walker yourself over to the memory box
And spend a quiet moment
Reflecting on the eternity in your bones
The antiquity in your liquids
The sinews, hamstrings, ropes of veins
The beginnings
And even this instant
This primeval, antedilluvian pause in thought
When dear old dad
On his father's birthday
Reflected on the sorrows, yawns, and smiles
And the everyday of our longevity