With Heartfelt Appreciation To Poetry Soup and Soupers
At the age of but ten, I didn't open a lemonade stand
I was afraid to ask my dad for permission
At the age of twenty, I was scared to ask out my honey
I couldn't face the thought of rejection
At the age of thirty, I didn't stay in the Holy Land
I lacked requisite faith in Israel's mission
At the age of forty, I didn't leave town upon divorcing
I didn't quite trust my intuition
At the age of fifty, I didn't start my own school
I didn't have the guts to follow my passion
At the age of sixty, I kept postponing health decisions
I put my trust in hopin' and wishin'
Then on the way to retirement I joined Poetry Soup
And thanks to my new friends' kind words of nutrition
I write poems like this--
Of my own free will and volition
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