Starting Over
I used to wake up every morn,
greeting the new day,
thinking all things possible —
begin without delay.
But years have added barriers;
the fire is nearly ash.
My body won't cooperate;
my mind has turned to trash.
Each day we all begin anew
to do the best we can,
but I'm no longer at the front —
I'm now an "also-ran."
I know I am beyond my prime;
excess has turned to lack.
I may be over this life's hill —
but I'll be coming back!
Then I will set priorities
in quite a different way,
my mind exposed to wonder
not cramped by disarray.
Jean, at 82, has been writing poems since she was 18. For 25 years she published a popular poetry quarterly of up to 100 pages, with a subscribership of nearly 500. Illness in 1986 ended the magazine. She currently publishes, by email, a 2-page monthly of clean humor. Contact her at joker31277@yahoo.com
thought provoking write, my friend - and written with your usual tongue in cheek humour
ReplyDeleteYep... Time moves us on... good to keep a happy attitude!!!
ReplyDeleteAS we all get older, your message inspires us to look beyond what we have now and see what will be in the future. I really enjoyed reading this fantastic piece this morning, great work!
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