POEM OF THE DAY: INTIMATIONS OF MORTALITY

Inspired by INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY by William Wordsworth, created a poem with the help of ChatGPT, under the caption, INTIMATIONS OF MORTALITY, which is as below:

INTIMATIONS OF MORTALITY

I’ve counted my years —

not quite a neat tally,

more like coins in an old drawer,

some shiny, some sticky with time.

There are the grand “If only I had…”s,

those faithful companions,

forever wagging their fingers,

like unpaid bills in the mind’s postbox.

There are the “Thank heavens I did!”s —

smaller in number,

but they smile more often,

and cost less in maintenance.

Friends have left the stage early,

some with grace,

some with a muttered

“That’s enough of this nonsense!”

My body, once a spry clerk,

is now a slow-moving civil servant,

reluctant to stamp

any request for speed.

Still —

the morning sun hasn’t resigned,

tea still tastes like a warm handshake,

and once in a while,

a stranger’s kindness

feels like an unwrapped gift.

If this is the preface to my exit,

let it be read with a smile:

I came, I stumbled,

I danced a little —

and the music was worth it.