Thanks to all my Friends for your kind Birthday wishes.  Thought I would share a trifle of a poem on aging.  My gift to you.   

Out Beyond the City Limits Sign 

As the summer months cool, 

I take some time

To stand in the shade of the overhang,

And consider a ride.

My Red Corvette Convertible

Sits beneath a fine film of dust 

Squeezed in the garage 

Aside our minivan.

I turn the ignition, fold down the top,

Back it out–shiny, low, sleek,

The engine sounds I like,

I, as Bad Man and Mean.

At the bottom of the drive,

I allow it to ease forward

Let it idle to the corner,

Pause for feel, then cruise away

Out beyond the city limits sign,

To the wilds-and a country road I’ve known.

I press the peddle, it hunkers down,  

Out of a curve it accelerates and picks up speed,

Just the way it’s supposed to.

Just the way it always has

Suspending me in Delicious 

Danger unknown.

I’m more careful now,

Wear a hat against the sun,

Though the wind fans 

My greying beard erotically.