if iâm still alive
at age ninety-five
i hope to have loved
before i arrive
and held her with all
that a man can give
my labor, my breath
each beat in my chest
pulse through my fingers
to comfort her aches
and share her success
with daughters or sons
seeing each one grown
with loves of their own
at age ninety-five
inhale all iâve done
pour it like sweet wine