At Forty-Two

Although I feel
As midlife as the crisis of my panic
Living hurriedly

Even so
I think and act like a twenty something
Pining for substance

When I realize now-a-days
This s**t reality stinks
This forty second anniversary

A year of so-so
A somewhat some say sore
Wanting something more

Than invisible

Although it's true
There is wisdom with being
A lone leaf on the wind...

My rocket has yet to come
Comely
I try patience
Then think again
Bigger
Dares to dream again
Reminding myself
Believe

Of more
Of you
With me.

(Can't wait for forty three)

Reviews

[Valentine]

WELL> you have a lot of living to catch up to a lot of us on this site, so enjoy each year that God blesses you with. Yong man..... Valentine

[Butch Decatoria]

Will do... Thank you.