That’s all there is to it

That’s all there is to it

I could be hiking in the woods

Climbing mountains

A couple of decades from now

Could be in a wheelchair

In crumpled shorts

Catheter emerging out

Ending in a bag

Or a cranky and miserable old man

With creaking joints and groaning aches

Shuffling around the room

Falling half the times

As he waits for the appointed time

With death

That seems to get delayed

Indefinitely

What difference it makes

To the woods and mountains

That I might not hike

To the wheelchair

I may not use

To the cold caretakers

And those around me

Who may know me

And may not know me

How I lived and how I may die

For me it matters

Enormously

And that’s all there is, to it

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar