at 21 I looked into
a bright blue cloud filled sky
and marveled
at the profound beauty
at 31 I looked into
my young son’s
brilliant eyes
and marveled still
at 41 I looked at
the future
believing
I was still young
at 51 I started
to avert my gaze
hesitant to look
as I began to hurt
at 61 I am embarrassed
to live
in such a greedy country
and I marvel
at how small we are
all of us
collectively
pathetically
looking for meaning
when perhaps
there is little to be found
outside of bright eyes
and blue skies
Mike's Look at Life 