October 2, 2017

Half Century

Fifty approaches, and I’m
Settled.
More like a building into its foundations
Than a bee on a flower.
My bucket list is emptied across the sand;
All my youthful potential,
which was squandered,
has got its second wind.
A late summer breeze;
A reprieve.
A sigh of relief that I’m finally filling my wings.

Karen

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