Don't Panic. I'm getting older!

​     Being Seventy Something  3-2-21 
           
              At some point, 
     Don’t know when or where
 I stepped off the path and decided 
         Enough was enough!!!
      One day I had decided 
   To  get off the beaten path
    Park myself and sit awhile.
  
        Watching my memories
     Swept along in a current
​         I was acutely aware
              I had no desire
      To get back on the road.
   I'd grown tired of the pace
 Preferring to stop and observe.
   
      After all  I am still reeling
     At seeing my age printed
     Right at the top of a page.
           SEVENTY TWO!!!!
      When did that happen?
      I really can’t relate to it
                  AT ALL!!!


   Back to slowing the pace
  I've been letting myself
Revisit the, “Back-When” again
   I can feel myself exhale.
  To be honest, it's all just fine.
 I’m still upright and breathing.
  And that’s a good thing any day.


I am amused  just recalling
     The cacophonous noise
    Of crowded dance floors,
     Perfectly content to say
     "Been there, done that!"
    These 72 year old bones
 Would rather just and watch. 


   Swept along in a current
   Of living life on the edge, 
Frantically trying to keep up.
   Comparing my progress
    To the rest of the herd
  My fragile self esteem became
      Battered and bruised.

   In between all the the fun,
       The frenetic pace and
     The  adrenaline rushes
       Going back for more,
   When I knew I shouldn’t
  Seduced by the drama of it all
I’m comfortable right where I am.


  So, I’m seventy two,  so what!!
      I’ve survived my past and
            Lived to tell about it.
    That’s an accomplishment
         `   In and of itself.
    I don’t waste the time I’ve got left
 With regrets. It doesn't change a thing.