A Few Thoughts on Being 50
At this point, I think I want
my doctors to be about my age.
I try to be humble, but I know
when I am right.
I'm noticing I'm no less right
than most, more right than some.
My scale calls me chubby.
My wife calls me grouchy.
I feel neither chubby nor grouchy.
I find I enjoy drifting in and out
of sleep. I don't avoid sleep.
I don't indulge sleep.
I still prefer money on my
birthday and toys at Christmas.
I have to really look to see
my reflection.
My guess would be that I have
eaten more tacos than burgers
in my 50 years on Earth.
I like the idea of riding my bike.
Love is to be created.
My ego makes me work too hard.
My heart makes hard work fun.
Some things I say yes to, I ought to
say no to. The opposite is also true.
I want to be prolific.
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