What?
And you may find yourself
in a beautiful house
with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself
Well...
How did I get here?
Next? A peculiar longing is the sloping beach, a crisis of identity the undertow. The bairns are raised, I can swim …
But …
Walked this strand for awhile now. On one hand, the land and people I love. On the other …
… the endless immensity of the sea.
But …
By itself, a half century is nothing. Something has to happen, is all. And it will. The question is …
What?
(Meanwhile a trifling, foolish record of my fiftyishness)
11 comments:
It's your birthday, baby. Smile ;) You gots another year on the good side of the grass.
And yowsa.
Ack, porn!!!
(We really need to get 6-panel doors.)
Happy Lth, Don! Wishing you loads of good health and happy days. May you continue to look faboo.
Hitting fifty has been mighty strange indeed. The over-thinking everything-thing is exhausting!
Just be glad you're not a woman. That's even more fun.
He lives with one, Annie, so I'm sure he'll get the idea. :-)
Happy Birthday, Don!
Happy belated.
Fifty ain't so old.
Oh, yah. You oughta update your "More About Me"
;-)
Done, tx.
I am sure he gets it empathetically, Joe. The sad truth is...unless he's packing a uterus, he can't know. :) (Sorry for saying uterus.)
Quite all right, Annie. You should hear what my 80+ yr old parents talk about re medical. Oldsters these days!
Happy midlife, Don. At least you still have all your hair, right?
I'm late as usual. Happy belated. :)
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