Something fishy

No longer a junior

or sandlot player

or a dragon slayer

instead, a senior

which gives moments

to take in beauty

a chance to decide

shall this be the day

to live or hide

to wither away.

Wisdom of years helps

hard knocks too

spring and summer are magical

autumn and winter winds

chill the bones

but offer a warm cup of tea

when sitting alone

playing trivia games

but can’t remember names.

Something fishy about age

seem to no longer have rage

or to argue about little things.