Fall
When the first white
hairs
popped out of my beard,
I knew my summer was
ending.
The 40’s, my fifth
decade,
had begun, and it was
time
to embrace the dad
bod.
Oldies stations
started to play
80’s pop. Students
calling me
Santa Claus’s younger
brother.
Circumstances made me
single again as I
turned 50.
What to do after so
many years
of domestic
complacency.
I looked to my friend
the internet for
ideas. All
it offered me was more
porno and dating
websites.
Finding a date was
easier than
expected, but find
someone you
want to marry, that’s
different.
There are
qualifications.
Not too young, not too
old,
not too tall, not too
short,
not too fat, not too
skinny,
not too brainy, not
too stupid,
and that was me gazing
in the
mirror at my own
reflection.
Entering my seventh
decennium,
beyond the trial and
error of
my 50’s, I finally met
another
person with the same
dream.
Now we can look
forward
together to the
proliferation
of age spots, blood
and urine
test results, and the
gradual
decline of our
abilities.
At least our winter
might
not be lonely, if we
are faithful
to the future, we will
be
rewarded with maybe
two
possibly three tens of
memories.
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