It’s the halfway mark of measurement.
Glass half full, or half empty?
We all have a choice to make
When turning the ripe age of fifty.
Memories come floating back
As I now have decades behind me.
Some haunt…some still cause a smile.
My karmic past riding beside me.
I now pay attention to my soul
And I go to the gym on the reg.
Back in my heyday of wild youth,
I would just stand upside down on a keg.
My twenties were dripping with youthful experience
Naivety presented as a fool.
But just being launched from teenage angst
I’m probably being a bit cruel.
My thirties were thick and blurry with rage.
Infused with a lack of sophistication.
Reaching out, barely scratching the surfaces
Living in constant frustration.
My forties held space for everyone around
A groundswell of preparation
For massive loss and also new love.
My naivety was building a foundation.
And now that I’ve reached that midway point
That is, if I live to one hundred.
I’m still naïve, but dancing in charm
And nothing but wide-eyed wonder.
I sit at the feet of curiosity
And breathe in her answers each day
Looking forward to things I do not know
My wisdom holding hands with naivety.
The Naivety of Fifty