The 6th Decade
5 more days and
you’ll give away, your 50s
Are you talking to
me?
He stared in the
mirror separate from himself
At this age
There’s no point in
calling anyone else
Except mom
She’s always there
How long you acted
like you didn’t care
But time shows us our
minuses
And I’ve decided to
add
Add gratitude to the
menu
Everyone is starving
but no one would choose
The cheapest, easiest
appetizer
Appreciation and
contentment
But we’ve been
starved
5 more days, you will
see in the mirror
Who you thought you’d
be
And who you are.
The specialist asks
questions
Like a thread and a
needle forms a quilt
Or a line and a hook
catches prey
What would you like
to talk about today
The counselor sits
uncomfortable
When they have the
scalpel
I felt my inner child
dissected
And it spoke so
eloquently that day
He gave up all he was
willing to say
And shuddered
emotionally under the weight
The counselor shared
a story that day
Something that would
stay with the patient
For the rest of his
days
And it was marked
with God
And a careful hand
A blessing, a
warning,
That’s hard to
understand
