I prefer Autumn,
but let the countdown begin;
lots to do before then.
When are mid-life crises
supposed to hit?
37, maybe.
If this, then I am...
Can't buy a motorcycle,
because I made a promise
after Kyle died.
Gonna save some money,
head to LA next summer,
check that one off my list
and try my heart out to sell a script.
That's my retirement plan,
before I disappear
to Europe to sip wine
and toast the rest of the years.
Before all that,
I will publish the novel,
and never read it again.
The grocery list also includes
lost love, more tattoos, travel,
and the New York City Marathon.
I am sure I am missing
a few more things,
so its time to give chase
before it comes to an end.