At 70 there’s a letting go
that at first you want to fight.
A reluctance to believe it’s so
that the end is now in sight.
Not that it’s around the corner.
You could have 10 years or more.
No need to gather mourners.
Still, you don’t know what’s in store.
In November I hit that number.
Seven decades in the kitty.
‘twas like waking from a slumber
that started with I was 50.
I always knew that time can fly
and tried to keep that in mind.
But then these 20 years went by
and an answer I cannot find.
Trying to come to grips with it,
this age that sounds so strange,
I look around from where I sit
and see nothing much has changed.
Yes, my belly is more ample
and I’m a good inch shorter too,
but in spite of these examples
nothing much is really new.
On the other hand I have to say
inside of me there’s change.
I’ve noticed in a certain way,
and this too might sound strange,
I seem to have way more time
than ever I’ve had before.
The hectic days when in my prime
are part of my life no more.
I doubt it’s Father Time that’s slowed
so, therefore it must be me.
Seems 70 years of living showed
just how peaceful life can be.
Accepting part of life is loss
is something we all must face.
The point I’m trying to get across
Is to handle it all with grace.
At 70 I feel I’ve plenty of time
to accomplish all my stuff.
At 20, it was always an uphill climb
and I couldn’t move fast enough.
What I was chasing way back then
today I can’t even recall.
But I’m finally at a point when
I feel I have it all.
Wisdom comes with advancing age
and brings a sense of calm.
These days I often stop to gauge
am I handling things with aplomb?
Mostly, I believe I am.
I’m taking things right in stride.
At 70 I am more of a lamb.
Not a lion puffed up with pride.
It’s not that I have given up.
I still pursue my dreams.
But now I’ve learned to lighten up
instead of going to extremes.
Fewer tomorrows with each day.
You’d think I’d be concerned.
Except in the moment is the way
to live I’ve finally learned.
The gift of youth the saying goes
is wasted on the young.
Most everyone at 70 knows
this notion is not far flung.
I once had youth, youth galore
and how did I choose to spend it?
In wild pursuit of fleeting amore.
How I wish I could amend it.
But even if we could design
a means do it over again,
I do believe I would decline
to return to where I’ve been.
From this vantage point I have to say
life’s been very good to me.
The bumps that came along the way
were what was meant to be.
All my prayers are gratitude
as these later years commence.
It’s always been about attitude
and the right one brings a sense
that life unfolds the way it should.
God’s planned it all this way.
Looking back it’s all been good.
At every age we’re okay.
Ed Ackerman writes The Optimist every week. Look for his blogs online during the week at pittstonprogress.com.