Possibilities

By John I. Blair

By my age some people think
Life already has delivered
Everything they will receive

Excepting grief and death.
No doubt I also can expect
Those gifts, but waste no days

Looking for them at my door.
Instead I rather hope to see
A different vehicle

Pull into my driveway
And sit there, engine purring,
Waiting for me to climb aboard.

©2006 John I. Blair