50

The turning of time

At this age you should be wise.

To have made it like your mates,

A house, a home, a wife, a nicely monthly salary

To keep you entwined.

 At 50 you should know right from wrong

after living misfortune at a price.

Luck, you know, was never on your side-

Body aged, hair grey if any at all

Make those younger, talk.

The camera is a heathen you resent,

It clicks insults.

Your past a reflection,

Guilt and pride entombed.

The box is one year nearer,

One year closer.

50, is the age, you thought,

Would never come.

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[Gee]

56 now, you wonder where all of the year's went. Love my life though, wouldn't swap it for the world.
Good morning English poet Nick