On Turning Fifty
on turning fifty
on turning fifty
today i looked in the rear view mirror
look back into the past
and see a speeding car go by
a decrepit car at that
unwashed, unkempt
with the driver having his nose in the air
the parallels to my life
more so with that car and driver epitomizing year fifty
... for my body and mind fringes on decrepitness, too
i reminiscence even more ...
at all the cars speeding by
all a blur
like the years of my life going by
in rapid succession
like i am ... how you say ... on a perfunctory march
i am, as we all are
my march, though, less happier than yours
fifty was a few years ago
and my nose stretches a little
how cute ... at least something still stretches
in my peripheral
the end of the freeway is near
how can it not be?
the aches and pains keep adding up
but what's eating me
are not the years going by
or the aches and pains
... it's having regrets
yes, regrets ...
it's taking the wrong fork in the road
earlier in life
and not having a foundation now
or having anything to show
it's watching everyone else tending to their
beautiful harvest ... as they turn fifty
their crops yielding and bountiful and rosy
i say bravo to them with all sincerity
yet how can this be ... my head shaking
and my harvest just a tumbleweed wreath of unplanted seeds,
unfulfilled dreams
... i hear a faint voice now of i told you so
yes mom you were so right
...what was that mom angels angels zap him,
zap him don't let him submit that...
huh? I can't hear you.
connie pachecho
4/13/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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