Never has one felt so alive
At the age of forty five,
Feckless youth is far behind –
Maturing senses with fertile mind
That, reaping from past prudent sowing,
Brought forth full benisons still growing.
The foot’s still fleet
The mind’s enquiring
Working to all, all inspiring
Vision where past efforts meet
In a state that feels just right
Where peace and love in you unite.

June 2007