It occurred to me as I drove to work today:
Fifty years ago, I was in basic training,
Lackland AFB in sizzling San Antonio.
“I am in a state of grace,” I thought.
“In passing through that half century,
All the drama, the trauma, the joy,
I admit the years of running did a number
On my lower spine and I’m a bit arthritic,
But I’m in no great pain and have no great angst.
I still work a full forty and change,
Walk three hours a week, live quietly,
Live alone, unlonely, finally.
Go, me, go!