Composing the Future

 When young at heart, and on a roll,

The age of fifty, is a faraway goal,

And as years drift by, one may not foresee,

The fearful fifties, as a fait accompli.


Venturing beyond the middle year,

Offers new perspectives, and new frontiers,

Affording more pleasurable things to do,

Literature, art, music, or something new.


Music is an indulgence, which always brings joys,

A guitar or piano, are fantastic toys,

The thrill never ends, playing the keys,

And the more one plays, the more one is pleased.


Life can be like music, harmony and rhymes,

Playing on life’s keyboard, can create good times,

The more time one gives, the better they’ll be,

Composing the future, like a sweet melody.