My kids think this is a sad poem. I don’t. Seniors who recognize they are in their last quarter but continue to look forward to the things they can still do are lucky people. This was the Preface for my first book, Full Count, and my good friend, musician Bill Foster turned the poem into a song.

I’ve driven too fast, and drunk too much beer
	And danced when I should have slept
I’ve earned a good bit in the course of my run
	But have spent a lot more than I’ve kept

I’ve played some good hands and folded a few
	But always enjoyed a good game
I’ve won my fair share and when I did lose
	Made sure no one heard me complain

I’m comin’ ‘round third now, headed for home
	But purposely not running fast
I’ve still got some stuff that I want to do
	And just want this great game to last