“To repeat myself, sometimes someone passes by and stops; then you’re not alone. Some of these words are smoke signals.” Rod McKuen – 1975
Valentine’s Day smiles never impressed me much,
and like most married men racing to find their courage,
some days drift through time
like a child searching for that special toy on Christmas day.
The married life from a mans’ point of view
can be dissected as a natural distraction,
well …I guess no one is perfect.
Living on borrowed time, I suppose I have been accustomed to
reaching out to the arms of a begotten love,
a love that was once considered a blessing.
Funny how a mid-life crisis
keeps everything in an old-fashioned perspective.