forty years in a barrel would make anybody cranky and you don't have the friends you used to and your children stopped coming to visit and your kitchen table wobbles because the matchbooks you use to steady it keep getting used for other things and replaced when you remember (which is never) so your coffee cup shakes on its own and you gave up on trying to add sugar when you glazed your table like a ham

but it's worth it (it's probably worth it) for when your kids do come to visit and they take the food from your freezer and they bring you ice cream and new socks and they get mad at you for not voting but the bus the city offers for the elderly stops up over the hill and it's just too much

it's worth it it just is, because if it isn't, well that would be something for the grandkids, wouldn't it?