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IN FIFTEEN YEARS by Maureen Lancaster

I don’t know when it exactly hit me...

I’m usually so lousy with doing the math but there it was, staring me right in the face: "In fifteen years..."  Now, we all have those ages that hit us harder than most. Usually turning forty is a classic for men, fifty for women. And for me, well I think it might just be when I turn seventy! So why this great jump in doing the math when I realized that I was about to turn sixty five? And in a short, (too short!) fifteen years, I would be turning 80!



In Fifteen Years…
by Maureen Lancaster

I’m not yet ready to be 80
so why am I jumping the gun?
In years I find that only now
am I truly beginning to feel young!

Past are those years of work,
caring and youthful stress.
Embracing, finally now, the joys 
forsaken back then, I must confess.
Oh, yes, youth is wasted on the young
that’s why seniors are seen on the run:
Never too old, never to late
seems to be my lucky fate.

Grasp the gold ring
let my soul sing:
"At last, at last
I’ve broken my fast!"
Before it really is too late
and what's only left is time to contemplate.
For truly, what is age?
I kind of like being thought of as a sage.

Looking kindly in the mirror passed
I smile and like what I see at last.
So enough with the math
and fear of age’s wrath.
Time to step lively while I still can
Gee...maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll even find “my” man!



Maureen Lancaster: Maureen is a spiritual woman who shares her life journey through her writings. Not considering herself a formal writer or poet, she started writing as an outlet for healing and finding wholeness following widowhood with her first book, Revelations of a Singing Bowl. Currently she shares her poetry about loving relationships, both with others and with oneself, on her Facebook page, Musings of Love. Maureen, a spiritual intuitive, also shares her love of all things metaphysical on her Facebook page, High On Spirit. Finding herself continually inspired by the poetry and lessons that she sees within everyday occurrences, she hopes that her words will resonate with others who may struggle from time to time on their journey; for coming to the understanding that we are not alone was one of her most valuable lessons. Revelations of a Singing Bowl is available as a free abridged iBook.



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  1. Welcome to the age of acceptance. Now that I've hit the grand age of 65, government money in my pockets, life is for me to partake, and I partake in all its joys and benefits. Join me as the world unfolds for our participation.

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