unspent

The older I get
rising early is a harder sell.
As a fresh pencil
sticking its head in
to sharpen the crown,
why give life a longer day
to uncrown you
when you have no eraser
waiting on the other end
to correct your mistakes?
And you have to keep losing
your head
before you sharpen it.
I don’t need this diabolical choice.
I’m fine the way I am
unspent with all the promise
of what could have been
intact.