At 55 I learned to laugh without another smile
to find the humor in my life, accepting all the while.
To challenge every printed text, but to trust once a smiling face.
To forgive but not forget the past, and to be happy in my space.
At 55 I learned that life is never what it seems,
that happily ever after is the mirage of childhood dreams,
that work and effort do not always change the path I’m on.
Instead they change the me inside, to make me wise and strong.
At 55 I found the time to put these thoughts to pen.
So at 65 and 75 I will remember them.
So if you find yourself peeking at my notes to self.
Perhaps you can laugh a moment before returning this to its shelf