A certain satisfaction with life. |
On Looking Back At the age of ten I felt sure that I was from another planet and my parents had found me, abandoned, under a bush somewhere. When I was twenty I decided that, since no one over thirty was to be trusted, my time would likely end when I was forty, ten years being as much as I would stand being in an untrustworthy state. At thirty, I was too busy to think, being caught up in my roots, taking guidance from ancestral genes in the land of my birth. At my surprise fortieth birthday party, I was bad tempered, morose, there being no sign of my end, and, at the age of fifty, I accepted I’d been wrong about the forty thing and began to enjoy just living. Sixty surprised me as surely a mistake, but seventy arrived and I’m still here, hale, a bit frayed at the edges, cobbled together in places worn out, but still hearty and with senses intact. You can say that I wasted my years and you’d be right, but it’s in the wastage that learning occurs. I’d not have missed that for the world. Line Count: 29 Free Verse For The Taboo Words Contest, November 2020 Prompt: Thankfulness Taboo Words: Thankful, grateful, thoughtfulness, family, celebration, or any derivatives of these words |