There it was, over and over. I’d see in on digital clocks, on store receipts, on gas receipts—even the hair color I’d always used changed it

The clock is ticking / A line for infusion / There room is still / There is a delusion...that sets in, I'm drifting off...

When one gets to be my age, it’s time to pause and reflect on all that has gone right and wrong in one’s life, along with what has gone down