Reaching 57 years, and by now, my life is the one i have/am creating
the obligations i fulfill are of my choosing
the priorities i meet my own
So looking around, what do i see.
Gadgets, and gizmos
spaces with safety and function
echos of parties and greet/meetings
tastes lingering on my tongue.
how many tastes do i yet yearn for?
What lies untasted in my dreams?
Am i full-some with dreams saited. No longer hungry?
Who loves me and gazes with wonder when i arise in the morning?
3 silly puppies, 3 more fuzzy felines, and one man, working already.
Reaching for his own stars in the rising sun...
I hail you my Caesar, from afar.
My own Rome.