Marching To 50

I am closing in on half a century of living
doesn't seem like long
unless I am introducing children
to classic tunes via my guitar
I do recognize the face in the mirror
although I am hard pressed to
give a rationale for every decision
but must smile recalling
that mom knew best
what talent I have is better suited
to the classroom then the courtroom
must however confront one truth
despite flirtations, hugs and cuddling
and plans for the future
i have never really been in love
now one lovely highlight of
such a pairing I don't really miss
for via teaching, coaching, friends, and volunteering
i get more then my share of quality time with youngsters
always getting lost in a book, politics, music, or a sport
can't get lost in love because that
first requires movement
and my motion resembles a pet rock
things work out in this world
I may just be the kind not suited
for a torrid romance
the curse of being bipolar
i must confess the moments of reciprocated lust
have made memories I don't regret
so although I could have journeyed
down very different roads
I must say that I have lived knowing
that I have tried to
"tame the savageness of man
and make gentle the life of the world"