When I was very young I was smart;
the smartest one in the class.
Sometimes folks thought I was a little too smart,
a bit of a smart ass.
In my twenties I was restless; new jobs, new men new towns.
I wanted to experience everything, see the world,
and prove I was no longer a child.
I was young, I was fearless, and some thought a little wild.
In my thirties I got married and settled down with just one man.
He loved my quick wit, my ready smile and he’d explored a lot too.
We built a life, worked on our careers,
and shared a love I thought was true.
Then when I was forty the girls came along.
My whole identity was engulfed by being a nurturing Godmom.
First the girls needed my care, next my dying brother,
and then my aging Mom.
Now I’m in my fifties and everyone is gone.
My brother died, my husband left me,
the girls are grown, and Mom passed on.
It’s not the life I would have chosen,
when I sit to contemplate and take stock.
But it’s the one I’m living
and there’s no turning back the clock.
It’s true what they say:
“Life is what happens while you’re busy making plans”.
Each decision you make, big or small,
brings you closer to the end.
I hope there’s much more to be lived
but no one really knows.
We simply have to carry on
and continue to enjoy our part in the show.