That's a very nice poem. As a woman slightly over 50, I welcome you to the age of maturity BeingMe. It's really not so bad once you get used to the idea that all men are not trying to get you into bed anymore. (That is a loss.) But my greatest pleasure now comes from the emotional detachment. Not having highs and lows and wondering why I feel a certain way. I am centered. So there is some good. Besides, we don't have a choice, do we? Happy birthday.
