My Life Has Become What It Is

It 'use' to matter to me,
The days of the week.
How many hours I got of sleep.
My privacy and what I felt was discreet.
But as age creeps upon me rapidly,
Those many experiences I've had...
That are now lived as fact,
My life has become what it is.
And I enjoy it.

No longer do I feel,
I have a need to make adjustments.
Or explain to anyone,
What it is I 'have' or 'have not' done.
The proof has been in my doing.
Whether negative or positive,
Or with feelings felt that were indifferent.
My life has become what it is.
And I enjoy it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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