I’m old enough to study 50 years.
Reviewing by the decades what I chose,
I’ll state my adolescence had most tears,
my 20s were cyclonic, but all those
were humble when compared to what came next.
I see it now – my 30s were so vain,
I thought I had arrived – mature I flexed
with certainty and arrogant disdain.

I’m twice as long at living now as then,
and I can see the several bold mistakes
I made with raising kids and loving men,
when I was in my 30s – Watch me brake
the griping at my grownup kids, because
they’ll never be the arrant fool I was.