To be 60 and have no plan

As to where my life should go 

Is a poor reflection of a man

And the paths he chose to follow

 

When I was young with years ahead

I thought little of the future 

And focused on the now instead

With no grand scheme to nurture

 

Now I feel my life has just begun

But no vocation beckons

No -one sees within my life’s span

The depth of all my passions

 

I focus on my waxing awareness

Of decency and kindness

These sit easy with me now

But of the past I’m not so proud

 

I’ve bullied and been bullied

I’ve hid behind the crowd

A coward hiding behind cowards

These skeletons I’ve buried

 

Deep inside, but reconciled

From who I was to who I am

I now begin to understand

Those days I was a sham

 

But this distracts from what I’m saying

Which is what I need to be complete

I have love, and I have contentment

But what’s missing is the concrete

 

Ways of earning a living

And ways of adding value

To those things I hold to be true

And to focus on the giving

 

To myself, I must be forgiving

And move on with my life

Put the past inside its box

And focus on just living?