Youth and Olding Age

I am olding

And I’ve never been happier

More contented

When I was young,

Nothing pleased me

I lived discontented

Yes, I was an angry young man

I made myself mad at strangers

I hated, hated every city I moved to

Was alienated and lonely

No wonder

Was manic and depressed

Felt useless

 

I am olding, now

And I’ve never been happier

More contented

I’ve found fulfilling work

Rewarding volunteer positions

My avocations flourish

I have delightful entertainment options

A few delightful possessions

I have found love

I am olding

And I’ve never been happier

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Audrey Brooks
    May 02, 2018 @ 23:16:46

    love your poetry David, when are you going to publish it? Hugs, Audrey brooks

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