When we were young.
We thought we knew so much didn’t we?
Our young brains could only comprehended the present.
We never thought of the future and what we’d be like when we were middle aged.
Now, we are no longer children, yet our hearts are childlike.
We are less stodgy than our parents were at this time in their lives.
At least we hope we are.
We think about the future.
About our children all grown up and moved away.
Living lives we’ll know only a smidgen of.
We think about retirement.
Maybe, we’ll live somewhere warm in the winter months.
Yet we live with that niggling fear that we’ll miss out on being groovy grandparents.
We’re no longer young, and that’s okay.
I’ve the feeling that what’s around the bend is going to be so much better than we anticipated.
*Special thanks to my friend Stephen Uelk for inspiring this little verse.*
Renee Writes Here 
We’re not as young as we used to be, and not as old as we think we are, darling. Enjoy yourself as you are today. MWAH!
Amen Helena. Amen.
xoxoxoxoxoxo
Renee — I certainly don’t want to be presumptuous (though I really can’t afford to be so shy at this point) but you’d told me to let you know when the book was coming out. If you haven’t already had a chance, please check out this: it’s a pre-order campaign to try to launch the book properly. https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jimsquires/memoirs-of-a-dilletante-volume-one
Thanks for taking a look. XO XO
You are not being presumptuous at all. I would love to buy your book. I will be sure to check it out. xoxoxxo
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I love the sentiments Renee has expressed in this poem and, speaking as one who has a few miles on her clock, I can confirm that life just keeps surprising the hell out of me.
I love this and have reblogged, it says much about life that is so true
Well done you
Dee xx
Thank you so much Dee. You’re so sweet to me!!!!
xoxoxoxoxoxox
Your are so welcome.
Enjoy your day
Dee
xx
I am awaiting the groovy grandparent thing! I have high hopes for these golden years I am on the precipice of!
I have high hopes also. I know they’re going to be great. We may get older and our bones may creak. But we’ll be damned if we’ll sit idly by, waiting to die.
xoxoxoxo
Do not go gently…is the motto!
I really liked this
Thanks sweetheart.