Getting old is interesting,
to say the least.
You feel the antics of your youth,
in your neck and back,
especially in winter.
You watch the ill-conceived dreams of early adulthood
sail smoothly away,
and you fondly bid them, “adieu.”
You lose more battles than you win
the world is darker than you remember it
but on the plus side,
life is beautiful, despite all the crap
you still worry, especially about bills and health
and friends and family,
but you do so with the knowledge that you have survived these
By God’s grace, you can do it again
And, where before it took fanfare and lights
and bells and whistles to arouse and excite
Now it takes only the simplest things:
a sunset, a cup of coffee or bottle of beer
at the end of a long day,
holding the hand of the person you love,
who has loved you even in your darkest hours
the demons of yesteryear still call
but now you’re old enough not to cry and hide,
but to flip them off without giving a damn
and going about your way.
God is still good, as He always was
and always will be
You look forward to meeting Him
but are in no rush.
You learn to take your time,
love yourself, wish well for others,
even those who piss you off.
And life goes on, because life always will
with or without you,
and you’re pretty okay with that.