So I am fifty now
Nothing to panic about
Another year closer to god
A word I use as a placeholder
But not for the notion of death
There is no word for what I mean
It’s another year further from god too
Neither closer nor further
Still living, slowly dying
Let’s simply call it breathing
Half inspiring
Half expired
Old enough to have acquired some wisdom
Young enough to still believe it’s worth anything
Half learned
Another half to know
All of it soon enough forgotten
I love you life
Half given
The rest for the taking
4/27/23
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