A few days ago I turned seventy seven. As my family celebrated around me, I realized that in ten years I will be eighty-seven, almost ninety. My two youngest granddaughters will be fourteen, almost seventeen. When I was seventeen, I don't remember thinking "what will I be doing when I turn twenty-seven?" My life was ahead of me. Love, sex, six children, goats, chickens, gardens, deaths, arthritis, glaucoma, high blood pressure ... all in yet to come. In ten years I'll be eighty-seven, almost ninety. If I'm still alive and the world hasn't ended.
beautiful journey and rumination on aging in an ending world. i resonated with a lot of it, especially the last stanza. made me tear up and made me think of this poem – the world keeps ending and the world goes on by franny choi (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/151513/the-world-keeps-ending-and-the-world-goes-on).