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As a matter of fact,
the physician said that I am in the last
quarter of my life.
Four quarters make one dollar.
Four quarters make one life.
I think he’s wrong, though.
Even with severe-math-anxiety,
I know I’m in the last eighth of my life.
On average, a woman dies at 82,
a man, 80.
I have 11 years left, that’s about 1/8.
I’m down to my last dime.
From The Leaving Field (Mad Books). Copyright 2013 M.A. Sinnhuber. Reprinted by permission of the author.