Poem Upon Turning 35
At times it seemed
The universe would
Connive
To bring me to a place
Known to deprive,
That I might not
Derive
What was need now to
Thrive
Yet out of all
I did contrive
And set my sights to
Strive
Not merely to
Survive,
But to know the beauty
In this world,
The life that is here and
Live,
The music of this
Jive
To know what’s real
And true,
So on this journey
I’d arrive,
Fully, completely
Alive
At the grand,
Intoxicating,
Invigorating,
Liberating,
Age of thirty-five