Wednesday, November 29, 2023

Melbourne at 40

My joy has become a reflection of my son 

With him not around, I do not enjoy the amusements 


I glance at the aquarium and think what’s the point in seeing caged animals without a young mind to see it for the first time 


My days of pub are over and I can clearly see who is young and am pretty sure they do not see me!

Am not complaining, I see the them in a very different way. No desire, maybe a little envy


Getting old maybe hard in many ways, I need to think twice on whether to go on a ride or not, and mostly abstain

Late night drinks are definitely out of the menu


Thought about going to a gentleman’s club to re-remember wild days, decided to abstain for a later day. That will be more fun! 


I walked past the river, sat in a bench and glazed the sky for a while. Was a little disappointed with the colour it adorn, yet led me to a place of happiness. The sea gulls flying over, ducks gathering with their family, sun setting ever so slowly, and the blanket of night pulling over the cold sky. Wild days maybe over, resilient health maybe past, but peace and joy is always around us in the very non-enchanting moments in the lap of an uneventful nature. 


That’s being mel-born at 40… 😄