Fifty-Four

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An almost annual birthday poem, something I started some years ago, but haven’t always been able to deliver. This year, on the day…

Fifty-Four

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Choices made, events thrust upon me,

Life has been kind and cruel,

I made some great decisions, 

.. for an uninformed fool.

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Met people – was cold, was kind,

Took some along, left others behind.

Each left their mark; scars, inspiration,

Your name is there, in the final citation.

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Soared like a bird

Blundered and stumbled

Learned and grew,

Forgot and fumbled.

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All adds up to a life

With its share of disasters,

Adventures offered –

Some failed, some mastered.

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Fifty-four – is here, uninvited,

Paths cleared, overgrown, I’m calmly excited,

Each last day is the first, frightening and gorgeous,

Beyond each horizon, life stretches before us.

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Windhoek

October 2020

4 thoughts on “Fifty-Four

  1. How good, you took the time to sit down and think and observe in the middle of birthday celebrations. It gives a new dinention. To all of us. Thank you, well done.And carry on enjoying your hollyday in Namibia.❤️

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