A Long Life...

Fastidious plans, and fallbacks too,
He knew what he had to do;
Regimens, rigor in caution,
Reason, affect in precise ration.
Every morn he found a new way,
Not one to take, but seal;
Sometimes a pill, others a spray,
Ever ready to instantly heal.
Jokes exploded into his guffaws,
Timed, controlled, uplifting,
Never subduing ominous paws,
For he couldn't be drifting.
His time none could borrow,
Not till that royal sashay;
As long as there was a morrow, 
He'd to dodge death another day.