I sit here
at the edge.
Realizing that my life
is nearly half-over.
I just turned 39 roughly 8 weeks ago.
My concerns are much different
than the average Gal.
I’m blessed that genetically- i still get carded for things
I could easily pass for 20 something,
yet here i sit on the edge of 40.
Not many wrinkles, or even gray hairs-
none of that concerns me anyways.
My concern, is much more personal.
I feel like I have barely begun.
That I have not done much so far-in my life.
that I have so many dreams still to accomplish,
that I have yet to leave my mark or stamp on things.
that no one will remember me years hence
when I am gone.
It saddens me greatly-to have never had children.
I feel I have no legacy,
besides poetry and artwork,
and in times of twilight
those too will surely fade away.
I will be like the sand at the shore then.
The sand that goes in and out with the tide
disappearing at your feet
like it never was there really at all.