Reflect

Funny thing life
at this age 
things deemed critical 
not so much 
a sigh now 
an oh well 
not that there’s 
tomorrow for those 
most of them 
anyway are behind 
better they’re there 
having been spent 
rather than saved 
for this now 
is too broken 
pieces of me 
scattered left behind
anchors of time 
holes where roots 
had once held 
nothing it seems 
is important anymore 
except maybe laughter
yes gimme laughter