Heady Cocktail
Heady Cocktail
Sometimes there comes a
grace with growing up
cruising into the
autumn of life
alive and well
now the rush of looking in
the mirror most mornings
in total amazement at being
comfortable with who looks back
through crows foot eyes
and steel gray whiskers
which seem to speak of
reckless paths and risky
choices long since made
so today, in an autumn
rich with colors, music
and the heady cocktail
of experiences had
and dreams yet to manifest
that grace envelops me
and it tickles…
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