AGING AND THE GREAT EXPECTATION

Let me share a secret, and  well-kept lie, 

As I’ve grown old, here’s what I know: 

Nobody, and I mean nobody, has a clue, 

Of what they’re supposed to be, or what to pursue in life.

We’re all just making it up as we go, 

Listening to society’s tales, a constant show. 

They sold us fairy tales, saying by so and so age, 

We should have done this or turned that page.

Sorry to break it, but here’s the true alert, 

We’re all wading through life’s daily dirt. 

No rule book, no codes, no yardstick to measure, 

Life’s not a script, it’s a treasure.

Age doesn’t magically bestow wisdom’s light, 

It often brings creaky joints and lost might

 Where vitality fades, dreams sometimes stall, 

We’re all stumbling, pretending we know what should be.

Hoping no one sees, we’re as everyone else, as lost, 

Navigating life, no matter the cost. 

So here’s my take, stop stressing the plan, 

Make it up as you go, be your own fan.

Take risks, make mistakes, laugh at your plight, 

Don’t sweat the small stuff, or the big, alright? 

Life’s too short to play by rules that don’t exist, 

Live freely, love deeply, and always persist.