Time

On Tuesday I turn fifty years old
There will be a celebration
There will be poetry and stories and friends
Fifty will bring more gray hair
There will be weight loss
There will be a bigger nappy afro
More walking
There will be a new swimsuit
Salads, juice, water
There will be less pizza
A new lover
More money
More work, play, art
More writing
More blogging
There will be a new book
A new place
Swimming, dancing, drinking
There will always be wine
Some down days
Some clouds
Maybe meds
Maybe not
A new couch
More candles
More Law & Order marathons
Netflix, Hulu
More rest
A new doctor
Therapist
Black toenails
Red lipstick
Good conversations
Renewed relationships
New
New
New
Another
Another
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