Turning forty
Columbus crossed oceans, bold and alone,
“Now you be a lone eagle,” they declare,
While Grandpa grieves the seeds he’s sown.
Kipling’s Vermont lingers in the air.
With family court battles at the dawn.
Biological reflections, take flight,
A story of the thirteenth floor lingers on,
Over futures, bonds frayed, torn fight.
Lines on facing forty blur day to night.
Good-by now, pardon my gauntlet throw,
Unspoken fears etched in the mind still tight.
As old men murmur, “As you go!”
Past actions weigh heavy, from dusk to dawn.
A challenge to fate, to change, as I grow.
With questions of what’s lost, and what’s foregone.
As old women murmur, “As you go!”

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