Rules, Wishes and

I’ve suddenly become aware of all the rules I have observed in life, and cannot remember ever violating.

Of course, I also admit my drummer has and always probably will, played to an unusual tune.

I cannot abide being in a room with an open closet door. Even if it is not my closet door, it must be closed or I will twitch. Yes, twitch.

And obviously, I never have and never will step on a crack. That is a given.

Also, don’t tell me how many pages there are in a book. I find that absolutely infuriating, and please don’t ask me to explain why.

Of course, no dishes can ever be left in the sink. They immediately belong either in the dishwasher or cleaned and put away.

Yes, there have been so many rules, and carefully observed for so many years now.

Because eventually, I, like all other mortals, must wonder how long our road will wind,

Then we become acutely aware there is the ultimate question to be asked. Why, abide by such rules? Did any such minutiae ever really matter?

I could protest I just liked my drummer’s cadence, but maybe that is because I didn’t listen to any other one.

Now, I also question If there are any wishes still unfulfilled. A few come quickly to mind.

I wish I had known that 57 years of love, no matter how complicated, would pass by so very quickly.

I wish I had known the ashes of anger could disappear almost immediately, while the fragrance of love is eternal.

I wish I hadn’t worried about what others think,or say, or believed.

I wish I had said “I love you,” more often to those I met along the way.

And I wish I had just once indulged in false eyelashes, no matter what anyone thought.

Is there a moratorium of age for that?