Each Age with Its Blessings: A Poem
After seventy-plus trips around the Sun
I would never trade it for an earlier age
serenity and experience picking my fun
life being so complete at this ripe stage.
Nothing to be learned from that little boy
growing up without a wish of staying same
with his and mine different ways of feeling joy
sharing nothing else but our memories and name.
There was that time of girls and guitar playing
that crazy dude far from longing for this age
it was merely something to keep delaying
blessing measured with different gauge.
Some folks hard to satisfy with what they have got
wish they could turn clock to that "good old time"
but while young they used to complain a lot
making their existence not worth a dime.
Now aging like some top shelf bottle of wine
taste saying 1944 used to be a very good year
and even if this life may not be perfect, it's all mine
this wine glass never to be filled with some cheap beer.