So here you are

In the middle of a dream

Having lived seven decades

Yet aware of the first

As when the first day of school

Age 4, walking through the heavy doors

Into a world of hundreds of boys & girls

Each a version of God's will,

And there you were, among them

As if you belonged

A group, all near your age

Same neighborhood

You walked to school

Stopped at the corner market

Parlayed dreams of stardom

into a pack of playing cards

And then onto the diamond

The great ball park

Where the speed of rounding first

Turned the single to a double

And then stealing third

Became a mythological battle to be won

A battle of high esteem

After the last sprint & dunk

After the last 3-point shot

And then millions made and kept

Of beauty unknown to any other

Just yours, your perfect lover

So that you

At the end of a long, long life

Will feel fully

Completely absorbed in the beauty it provides