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.