4:09 — Late Middle Age

Rather than birthdays that mark my age,
wedding anniversaries tend to remind me of

time’s advancing swiftness. My youthful self
is fading fast — all those silly musings

used up oceans of energy.

The old folks can often be overheard saying:
Youth is wasted on the young.

This is an untranslatable adage for anyone
under the age of forty-five. I get it now.

My own youth was wasted completely unaware
of just how much I would appreciate my own

mature mind and spirit even in the absence
of taut glutes and the whitest of smiles.

My own youth was spent ignorant of the immense
satisfaction that can be gained from long

conversations with my favorite human and being
asked, so what do you think?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s