Plans

When I am older than this still
And skin folds traitorously upon itself
The mirror doesn't hold the me that I recall
Will I mourn for what I didn't use
When I could have?

Neither the firm flesh nor the springy step
Neither lustrous hair nor sparkling eyes
But the chance to live free, to love deep
The chance to truly change - forgive?
To celebrate, dance, help, learn, teach
And before I die - to live?