Moving On

Roaring into my seventies
.…or is it a meow
both voices seem to remind me
at any moment
I’m getting older

I can ride my motorcycle
among the hail, winds,
numbing cold sunrises, searing heat
crappy potholed roads
stray rocks ding my helmet
bugs polka dotting my wind shield
distracted dangerous drivers
riding with skill… without fear

Awakening aches and pains
forgetting what I forgot to remember
what am I doing today?
do I have an appointment?
I’ll check my school teacher desk calendar
where are my glasses?
did I take my pills today?

Bruising now an art form
healing quickly….don’t hold your breath
my beard hides my expanding chin
shirt always out.. never in

Childhood friends reminisce still bring laughs
behavior and actions risky
sometimes..… just stupid
some now consider inappropriate
no harm intended
we were having fun

Were we really so mean
to others and our friends?
nicknames were a badge of honor
good ones still hold up today

In today’s world of having to always be right… act right
fearful of past remarks consequences today
I feel less attached to our changing world
my alone time cherished
my neat whiskey by my side