I used to be young

My grandpa never stopped working the fields he grew up in. Illustration by: Angel Mendieta Moreno

Molded by decisions not made
Victim of circumstance,
victor by pure chance.

Sometimes.
One day,

I woke up and I was bent.
Unsure if I was content,
I knew my life had been plentiful

I do wonder,
every day,

what could be so capricious
that they get to choose
when the fields become barren?