I'M Just Getting Started

Born in Madrid, in fifty nine, A military Kid, 3rd of 7 in the assembly line; They named me Michael, but I answer to Wedge, A Master Sergeant’s son—not much here that's cutting edge. I grew up a runner, and I wrestled some, I was a skateboarding brawler and a surfer bum; Didn’t try very hard in primary school, Laziness, not ignorance—I was a bit of a tool. Then I met this fine girl, long hair just like copper, Who took me to church, sweet, innocent, and proper; At Wood’s Grove on knees, accepting Him for long haul, In 1978—just weeks before Uncle Sam called. In a flash came the Navy, Marriage, college, and kids, A submarine, 2 surface ships—I was a bit of a squid; On to Chapel Hill, where I taught Midshipmen, By ’94, farewell my Navy—I’m now a businessman. Life moved fast from the crib thru each grade, For Mom & two girls—my female brigade; Growing up we did lots, mostly travels and school, Plus church, school sports, dance and piano recitals, how cool! Today, they’re gone—our empty nest in their wake, New lives, with spouses, and pups—and new names. So I paint and I hike—while my soulmate sews and she reads; And we both now teach high school—sharing Christ as He leads. I’m grateful my Navy recalled this old goat, To lead men and women, ashore and afloat; Retirement and selection, to teach young Cadets, A large pain in the butt—but I have no regrets. After 60 odd years, I’m modestly content, With where my life’s been, and headed—once spent. But mostly I’m thankful—family, friends and great health, And for wonderful friendships—the source of my wealth! Some say sixty's getting old, Creaky knees, aches and pains, hard hearing—all told. And I contend, aging's NOT for the faint hearted, But most who know me know—I'm just getting started!