When I was as a young man
Things, most things
Were about
Adrenalin and testosterone
Whether it was sport
Or getting ladies
It was what it was
But at my age
It’s simply
About
Staying
Alive

A good day
But a weird day

Several positive things
And only one
Negative

But I must admit
The negative

Why is it?
That the positives
Are free

But the
NegativesCost money

I am at
The evening of life
As I look
To the west
The sun
Has not set
But it’s time
To anticipate
That event

Have I
Accomplished
What I may have wished

Have I
Accomplished
What my skill set could have

Probably not
To be honest
Not at all

But life is
What lifeIs

Life is what life is

We do the best

We can

And history

Law

Government

Society decides

But what about

Things that the above

Minimalisms

Is there something more?

Is there a spiritual element?

Is there a mystical/magically element?

In life we do the best we can

And who/what judges the results

There was a time

Whether it was the best of times

Or the worst of times

Or just neutral…

At least I was much younger…

Age is the crucial factor…

The worst of times

When we are young

Last a brief time

Youth and quick recovery

Are hand in hand

Age, that is old age

And topical arthritis creams

Are hand to hand

Or rather tube

To hand

To affected spot

And the trial of dealing

With emotion

There is no known topical

For that…

Who ever said youth

Is wasted on the young

Was optimistic

Don’t expect light

The world is full of darkness

Light does exist

But lately seems to be overwhelmed

We must hold to the light we find

Don’t expect light

The world is full of darkness

Light does exist

But lately seems to be overwhelmed

We must hold to the light we find

Allow me my place

Show me a modicum of

Respect

I am not you

I am not the one who is not you

I’m someone else

You have never met someone like me

You have never conceived of someone like me

You probably fear that someone like me exists

Good

There once was a girl from Madrid

Who bought a high quality lid

The high was insane

But the bucks where a drain

But then she was just a wild kid

Spring has sprung

The lilac is blooming

The spring flowers

Have bloomed

But I am still

Stuck

In the doldrums of winter

My soul is still frozen

Perhaps it’s

Just old age

Or maybe

Just …