myLife :: now & then/when

I’ve successfully put off a mid-life crisis
until I am 67 years old because I plan to live
to be about a hundred and forty four

I think that’s a nice number of years to live
and fully plan to enjoy every one of them
but here I am and it doesn’t really feel like
anything one would call a crisis by any means.

A crisis is something that should throw you
into a panic or at least cause some anguish
trying to choose between myriad paths and
maybe that’s why most folks do this
around 35 to 40 when things are moving faster.

I’ve been there and done those years
and they were a blast and filled with busts
of any sort you can imagine but nary a crisis

and now that I’m approaching the mid mark
all seems quiet — too quiet and the crises
are all outside of me, all someone else’s
that seem to have the potential to cast
either a shadow or wind in my direction

with the potential to totally annihilate me, and
my ambling path, which leads me to surmise
that perhaps its the entire human race having
a midlife crisis to which I’m not invited —

as usual — but must endure the racket
and inconvenience that always comes
when THEY get it on. Please.

As one of my prominent forebears said
“Get thee behind me [expletive deleted]”
I’m doing my thing here and you can go
screw yourself to a wall somewhere and
blow yourself up if you wish, just keep
the splatter off of me and mine.

If necessary I will fight you with words
and pictures and powerful thoughts or
maybe even more since my earlier objections
weren’t conscientious enough to keep me
from your unwanted and forcefully imposed
training grounds and disciplines

So you that want strife and would force
your ways onto mine beware, I am here
and I am fast in speed and position moving on
into the light of days filled with love and passion.
Crisis my ass.