I've been thinking of this poem recently as I face my retirement and turn the page on a new chapter of my life. Enjoy!
the dance
giggled through my limbs
twisting and turning me -
a jackstone on end
I laughed through those days
happily ignoring
the oncoming frost
the pale grey days
of impending winter
reveling in the harvest
of my years
I spent the time
entwined in the eyes
of tall and handsome
fair weather lovers
gluttonous
I ate of their sweetness
writhing in their beds
with only thoughts
of pleasure
enjoying all the confections
denied in my youth
Ah...those glorious fleeting days
of Indian summer
now but a memory
frozen in the lines
around my eyes
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