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.
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