Fifty-Plus
©August 29th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Something about the word
Makes one hope
And despair, both.
Half-way there.
Half-way done.
Split down the middle.
Wholeness awaits.
When I turned fifty,
I wished to leave my job,
When I turned fifty-one, I did.
Turning a deaf ear to my Calling.
Turning an open one to the next.
Another door would lead me
Sunwards, perhaps.
I pretend I have fifty more years
They beckon, and I follow.
My feet hurt a bit,
And my soul is scarred.
The world brings grief
Every day brings gladness.
My heart if full of joy
And shadows, both.
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