Fountain of Youth

A fountain, power for which I have just drilled through the wall from a plug. Was that useful or youthful?

Doctor says where I was headed
I was very nearly deaded,
Two types of cancer, both stage four,
Had me right at heaven’s door;
Fact that he can be so frank
Shows that, modern meds to thank,
And some bits snipped here and there,
Have allowed him to declare
I’m not going anywhere!
Well, not yet, at any rate,
Which is absolutely great:
From a party bad to run
When there’s still such lots more fun!
But says I should leave alone
Things that might just break a bone
So, perhaps, it cannot be
That I try to learn to ski,
Take up skydiving, or race
Motorbikes around the place;
Though, to simply sit and knit
Won’t appeal to me one bit.

© September 2019 Colonialist