Diluted Recall

Diluted Recall. 28/03/2018


Turning Fifty is a milestone to most,
Bringing a reflective mood to mind.
To memories of good times we raise a toast,
Though my recall I am struggling to find.

I’d love to say I can’t remember cause I’m old,
Yet Im stronger and fitter than my teenage son.
I’m look younger than I am, or so I’m told,
So I put it down to having way too much fun.

My Teenage years were fantastic, I think.
Im sure I must have had a blast.
Weekends were filled with parties and drink,
The working week was slow never fast.

Then came my Twenties with more of the same,
By now I had graduated, not in a good way.
I moved from drink to drugs and played their game,
With no thought of consequence or a price I might pay.

Thirty came quickly as did my wife and kids,
So out went the drugs with a promise of sobriety.
With the best of intentions my life was on the skids,
I tried I failed, I lied I failed, I wasn’t cut out for piety.

Miserable, sober, and now Forty and divorced,
I tried to reflect on where it all went wrong.
Take a look at myself in the mirror, I was forced,
What I saw was ugly and hurt but I knew I was strong.

Now Fifty is here and I must say that I’m happy,
I changed what I saw in that mirror a decade ago.
There’s things I can’t change, like not changing a nappy,
So I work on what I can do, it’s the best way I know.

The first half of my life should have been memorable,
Ive had successes and a life littered by failure.
Yes some of my actions bordered on deplorable,
Ive forgiven myself for being human as I mature.

Maybe it’s best I have a tarnished memory,
For I’m not sure I would like what I remember.
Thoughts of the past are fleeting and temporary,
I look forward to not back and I won’t be a pretender.

Copyright © Jeff Kantor | Year Posted 2018

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