Reduced To Tears

Now that I am in my sixties, I look back on my life like the Sinatra song. I was working and busy until a few years ago, but then I fell, and everything went wrong. When I was in my fifties, I was in the start of a new career. It wasn't what I wanted to do, but at that point, it was the only path that was clear. When I was in my forties, Life seemed to be in the pink. Little did I know, it would soon all go down the drink. When I was in my thirties, my life was on the upswing. A second love had saved my life, I had a good job, a beautiful wife, and a new child from the hospital to bring. When I was in my twenties, Young and in love like a fool. Dating and romancing and feeling life, all while I was putting myself through school. Way back when I was ten, The kids on the block...we were always on the run. Except when I was in school, Learning the three "R's" from those persistent nuns. I do not remember much before the age of five. I did what most kids do I suppose. Learning about the world one day at a time, Never realizing how fast time really goes. So here I am reflecting, on all those sixty-plus years. Remembering the growth, the loves, the ambitions, A life of what could have been, now reduced to tears.