Whirling Thirty

Not long ago I too was thirty and all seemed still possible. The world offered its potential and I scooped off as much as I could. Now some years have passed and most things seem out of reach. A dark cloud of illness has obscured life’s potential, too early or so I thought. The things that the body tries to achieve are now unreachable but thankfully the statement “I’m only human” is as offensive as it is true. I’ve come to know the greater man within me and his greater potential.

 

Whirling Thirty

 

When I turned thirty, many years ago

He was a “tween”, ready for things yet to know

I especially recall then that he

Really showed respect and maturity 

Little did I know that time would rush me by

I’m a young man again and he is the busy older guy

Now imagine his growing responsibilities

Growth and development of work and home personalities

The work round the clock, the role of husband

His constantly ringing cellular phone signaling work not yet done

I see him exert himself until there is little left and yet go again

Return to the labor and grime that brings others pain

Time has made eyes dim, bodies weak but with him time has a way

Youth turns thirty and is ready to meet tomorrow and every new day.

 

 

 

 

Same poem new highlight

 

Whirling Thirty

 

When I turned thirty, many years ago

He was a “tween”, ready for things yet to know

I especially recall then that he

Really showed respect and maturity 

Little did I know that time would rush me by

I’m a young man again and he is the busy older guy

Now iMagine his growing responsibilities

Growth and development of work and home personalities

The work round the clock, the role of husband

His constantly ringing cellular phone signaling work not yet done

I see him exert himself until there is little left and yet go again

Return to the labor and grime that brings others pain

Time has made eyes dim, bodies weak but with him time has a way

Youth turns thirty and is ready to meet tomorrow and every new day.

 

 

 


 

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