HOW I FEEL ABOUT MY LIFE

COMING TO AN END

WHEN IT’S COMING TO AN END

At the age of 85,

it feels like my life is over.

The rest is just gravy—

nothing but an encore.

My audience can’t stop

yelling Bravo!, Bravissimo!

I’ve taken my final bows,

saunter off stage to take

a peek and catch a glimpse

of those who still

remain standing and

can’t stop applauding.