December 8, 1948-December 8, 2022
A time to measure looking back ain’t so bad To celebrate a memory a thought hanging out there Wondering if I could have should have done it differently or maybe it’s better than expected
There are days forgotten and those are the ones I wonder about What lessons did I miss What moment of happiness did I not savor relish enough
I am taught that I am supposed to be measuring reflecting making long lists of resolutions that we promise ourselves will make us better than last year so we can celebrate next year
The Birth Days pile up like so many memories year after year 74 years months after months 887 months, 1 week, 2 days, 21 hours, 13 minutes and 19 seconds weeks after weeks 3858 weeks, 3 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds days after days 27010 days minutes after minutes 38894400 minutes seconds after seconds 2333664000 seconds heartbeats after heartbeats Until I cannot see through them around them behind them
And all I see is what is in front of me And all I want to see are unclaimed moments opportunities to create new moments of happiness peace kindness cheers laughter much laughter hope serenity so next Birth Day I will feel with a smile that it was all right and I can begin my next path around the sun knowing that it will be full of good feelings.
On Second Thought 