Still…

So, far,

it’s a grey,

rainy morning,

hopefully,

the book lovers,

will emerge,

nonetheless:-)

Well,

it’s my last day,

being,

forty-five,

friends have been,

extra attentive,

this year,

bunch of sweethearts,

massaging,

the old butch ego,

telling me how,

I don’t look a day,

over forty-five:-)

I’m not old,

I’ m not even,

middle aged,

my life,

in so many,

ways,

is just starting,

everyday,

I learn new things,

I still dance,

I still sing,

I get righteously idignant,

on a regular basis,

still plenty of,

get up and go,

in this ole bod:-)

Must,

keep on,

being open to,

new routes,

new experiences,

so many,

books to read,

so many,

songs to sing,

so many,

people to meet,

so many,

kisses to be shared,

so much,

still.

In the words of,

Bon Jovi,

It’s my life it’s now or never, I ain’t gonna live forever, I just want to live while I’m alive.

so,

live,

it is!!

To quote,

a wise woman,

of my acquaintance,

Still,

lots of frisbee,

to play,

I like that,

positive,

and,

fun.

Later girls,

BB

Author: Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

2 thoughts on “Still…”

  1. Wishing you the happiest of birthdays: You will be 46? Those two numbers add up to 1, equal to the Ace, about beginnings. It augurs for … interesting đŸ™‚

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