I sip my morning coffee from an enormous mug,
green as a freshly cut Christmas tree,
its huge black letters boldly questioning,
“How the $%@*& did I get to be 50?”
A gift from my funny daughter
for a very special birthday.
A melancholy smile lights up my face
as I gaze at this whimsical reminder
of how time has passed as a dream.
Leaving me with an empty nest, creaky knees
and the realization that I am getting old.
Fifty years gone, poof, just like that.
Time is the sneak thief of our existence,
robbing us of our childhood, our youth,
a kleptomaniac stealing away our lives
bit by bit.
I have sipped from this philosophical mug now for a decade.
Where the @$&#* did those ten years go?
Oh, to be fifty again.
Peggy Gerber began her writing career in order to fill the void created when she became an empty nester. She is currently a poet and short story writer, and co-creator of Champagne Writers, a group for writers of a certain age. She has been published previously on Spillwords, as well as Potato Soup Journal, 101words, Daily Science Fiction, Friday Flash Fiction and others.