Poem: July 29, 2019

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.