Today’s Poem
53
I’m older
today.
53
and I
feel OK.
Will I
ever grow up?
never, I
think
my life
seems,
perpetually,
lived on
the brink
at the
edge of so many
immature
consequences
bankruptcy
hedonism
un-mended
fences
I’ve
always been lazy
never on
time
I’m
thankless
and
hopeless
and I
tend to whine
I appear
the adult
at least
that’s what folks believe
dependable,
responsible
but
they’ve all been deceived.
or
they’re just in denial
like me,
I guess
but my
life
and my
world
are a
God-awful mess
you’d
think at this stage
I’d act
more grown
stop
flirting
stop
dreaming
and take
care of my own
think
more of the future
and less
of my past
be caring
and
kinder
and not
such an ass
I
shouldn’t be living
on
memories gone
re-living
my conquests
and
glories
forgone
losing
myself
in the
sins of the flesh
not
caring
not
worrying
who’ll
clean up this mess
but God,
I do love
my life
lived so far
unruly
unconventional
a little
bizarre
never
doing the thing
that
others would do
turning
left,
turning
right
seeing
just what might brew
diving
blindly, sometimes
off into
space
hoping
that
everything
falls
into place
I’ve been
lucky, I know
for God
keeps his eye
on fools
and
children
and which
one am I?
does
everyone else
feel this
way at my age?
unaccomplished,
unfulfilled
looking
toward the last page
I’m older
today
53
and I
feel OK
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Antonio Ponce
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