a letter to my future self

do you ever wonder what you will think of today

in forty, fifty, sixty years,
when your hair is white, your mind is wise,
and your hands are a testament of time?
what will your old, graying self think
of things you think you can't live without?
did the doctor's visits work, is sushi still my favorite food, do you still watch
          reality tv like it's a religion?
are you proud? proud i was strong enough?
if nothing remains the same, if my outward appearance changes and i get a
          new dog and paint the walls of my bedroom----
          i can love, and laugh, and graduate, and live----
do you think about that seemingly simple fact and smile?
smile because i have a life to live now----
smile because you have lived it?