50

I am 50.
It was a hard birth.
I didn't realize it until it was over.

No other age has mattered.
A birthday is just another day.
This one was different.

As I look back
I can see the path.
It is littered with crumpled paper.

I never looked back before.
Why is it important now?
The grasp of time is strong.

The grasp of time is subtle.
Eyes, joints, weight, mind.
The reality is sudden.

©August 8, 1993O Steve Lunsford
~52 A