I never wanted the wrinkles
But they are creasing
I never wanted the gray hair
But like weeds in the grass
They grow like wildfire
Aches and pains
And I get no younger
But as I take my fifty third journey
Around the sun
I unequivocally resolve
Though the beauty of my youth
Extends further and further away
The fire within burns brighter
With each new day
Fifty three is not the new twenty three
Fifty three is not the new thirty three
Fifty three is fucking fifty three
Fifty three is where I should be
Until my next journey around the sun
Time marches on for us all despite our best efforts to stave off the inevitable. As golden as those impetuous days of wild abandonment were and so difficult to see them pass away. Hopefully, we have found some wisdom along the way. A realization of what is really important and the knowledge only the years can bring. We're often asked if we would like to be young again, Of course, but only if I could take back all that I have learned. Without that I would have no desire to just make all the mistakes over again. There is a certain peace and clarity which lights the way now that I wouldn't trade to simply capture some fleeting youthful days. The best is yet to come if you only let it.
ReplyDeleteThe most true and beautiful expression : The best is yet to come if you only let it. Could not have expressed it better myself. I wish more people saw life in these eyes.
DeleteHappy birthday, Mark!!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you. It past awhile ago. This writing was more of a self reflection
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