Age is not just a number
Age is reality staring me in the face
Not every day but at those times when
My intelligence can’t take refuge from
Deeper truth by diving behind
My wall of denial—
For instance—Steven’s hair remains unchanged; however
Barry’s and David’s beards are salt and peppered
Not that they’ve grown beards—but as they
Prefer the scruffy rather than clean shaven look
I can’t deny the black and white fact of
My sons being middle aged—And having
Celebrated Barry’s fiftieth birthday
How can I be fifty five?
Truthfully, I did not feel a twenty-five year
Gap separating my age from that of
The birthday boy on the night we all
Partied down—however, Zombie-land
Certainly swallowed Cinderella up, after the ball—no
Glass slipper left behind—and several days after
Boogying with my three sons, their social crowd and Will
My mental awareness is still processing through
An attitudinal shift, suggesting my mindset transitioning
Toward feeling readied to boogie on down to a place of
Repose inside my head where my actual age has been
Lying in wait, not to attack my self image but to
Welcome me home in a manner that had never felt
Natural before Barry’s costumed birthday blast into
The past offered me sound reason to open my eyes to
Personal need to fully accept this fact of life:
Though denial chose to accompany me to the party, after that
Night, my spirit’s younger than springtime attitude gained
The wisdom to reconcile peaceably with my intuitive sense of
Intelligence and while waltzing together down memory lane
This dynamic duo met up with reality awaiting patiently to
Enjoy a group hug along with the humbleness that requires
Just a dab of courage to take a peaceful leap of faith toward
Change in how ‘I see myself’ approaching the immediate
Future feeling all will be well concerning my mental capacity to
Continue to age gracefully by graciously balancing
The youthful view that others say they see when looking at me with
My spirit of generosity, which can be seen embracing
My whole self as I know myself to be, through and through
Whew!😎
On second thought—maybe I can't know my whole self
Through and through—I mean, there's some thing existing
Inside my head that in no way did I invite to invade my peace of mind ...
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