Bioscope 2 - Seventy-six Years, One Month, and Seventeen Days

Seventy-six years, one month, and seventeen days.
I am not young,
but I am not dead.
I am who I am,
neither more nor less,
as I face the future
with mounting dread.
The sun is my friend,
and I have no enemy.
My work is done,
but I have yet
to be free.