I love the sentiments Renee has expressed in this poem and, speaking as one who has a few miles on her clock, I can confirm that life just keeps surprising the hell out of me.
When we were young.
We thought we knew so much didn’t we?
Our young brains could only comprehended the present.
We never thought of the future and what we’d be like when we were middle aged.
Now, we are no longer children, yet our hearts are childlike.
We are less stodgy than our parents were at this time in their lives.
At least we hope we are.
We think about the future.
About our children all grown up and moved away.
Living lives we’ll know only a smidgen of.
We think about retirement.
Maybe, we’ll live somewhere warm in the winter months.
Yet we live with that niggling fear that we’ll miss out on being groovy grandparents.
We’re no longer young, and that’s okay.
I’ve the feeling that what’s around the bend is going to be so much better than we anticipated.
*Special thanks to my friend Stephen Uelk for…
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