Tuesday, April 25, 2006

An Impertinent Little White that Would Do Well Laid Down for Proper Aging

Today I will spend most of the day on a site visit, imposing my will on the good people of a small hardworking legal support center.  However, even as I labor in those thankless trenches, interviewing MIS managers and LRS managers and other acronymical entities, I will be keeping in mind this special new status I enjoy beginning today, as a person whose age is divisible by both six and by seven.  In honor whereof, I offer you this pome of maturity:

A POME OF MATURITY

42 has come upon me
with the cunning of a mudslide
hear it rumble on the hillside
gives no quarter now it’s drawn me
Yet I sense a denser present
as I parry, braise and dandle
find more ends to burn my candle
living out beyond the legend
Roles untried now second nature
stepping up with single mission
strategist becomes tactician
if I bet I’d lay a wager
Less of all but get more from it
worlds evolving and expanding
came in steep but aced the landing
I can fake it if you hum it
Now is now the time, it’s true
to make the most of every minute
leave it if there’s nothing in it
turns out now I’m 42.

You may now return to more important activities.  And have a happy Daniel day.