Milt Montague

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here I am

here I am
at ninety-three
mind fit as a race car
impatient and ready to roar

with my cab in sad disrepair
barely able to walk more
than a few steps
unaided

my body is severely restricted
but my mind is unfettered
clear as a bell

as my fingers travel
the world of knowledge
my vehicle is the computer

life is still good at ninety-three

I am a New Yorker, served in World War 2, college, marriage, business, retirement, back to college, where I was turned on to the world of poetry. 140 of my poems have been accepted by 40 magazines in the last 5 years.