A Dangerous Thing

A new year,
 a fresh start, a good attitude,
   Take it easy,
 keep an eye on your altitude.

   A brighter healthier,
 outlook on life,
   A weight has been lifted,
 it left with my wife.

   It's simple,
 only have to fend for myself,
   Only me;
 no sign of no one else.

   I have pep to my step, 
 a little hip to my hop,
   No more funky people, 
 only the ones over the top.

   Become a better listener,
 be a little kinder,
   If I slip;
 I will use last year as a reminder.

   No good to dwell on it;
 leave it in the past.
   Make peace with all,
 today could be your last.

   We are warriors;
 we have come this far.
   Sixty around the corner,
 yet here you are.

   Lost blood, tears
 and have a few scars,
    Lucky to be free,
 could be behind bars.

   So many lessons,
 so much more to learn,
   At the crossroads;
 which way do you turn?

   I remind myself;
 I could be in worse shape,
   I have had close calls,
 and a narrow escape

   I never,
 thought about old age.
   I guess,
 I should have read that page.
 
   Who knows what,
 tomorrow might bring?
   A little knowledge
 can be a dangerous thing….

        Turbo1904
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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