The future

When I was young there was the future.

That distant place where whatever problem I was dealing with at the time, might be fixed.

That place that held hope in its cupped hands.

I suppose there is still a future.

A time that is still to come where things will be different and maybe better.

A place that is a little shakier than it used to be in my sixty seven year old hands.

I have less time to consider the future now.

Distance becomes more daunting when my bones ache and breath gets shorter.

I think I need to do more dealing with now.

Now.